"I'm very sorry Mr. Walton... but it appears that your wife has more than just a migraine..." the doctor states as he seats beside Gabrielle on her bed. She is immediately sent to the emergency room to do series of tests. The doctor joined them right away with the results in his hand. Gabrielle is now sleeping again with her hand not letting his hand go."What do you mean by that?" Vincent gulps throwing a worried look at Gabrielle."The blood tests show that Mrs. Walton has stage 4 dengue fever.""W-What?!" He stands up making her become restless on the bed when as he did, he pulled her hand that was holding his. Gabby groans obviously awaken by his reaction. She weakly opens her eyes and look at him with a frown. Vincent immediately sits back cupping her beautiful face before leaning down to kiss her forehead."Let's g-go home..." she says so weakly as her burning palm holds his wrist in front of her face."Let's just... go back to the... hotel...""Ssshhh..." was all he can say b
"Vince..." she wakes up freezing in cold in the middle of the night and immediately reaches for Vincent's hand that used to just rest on top of hers as she sleeps.Calling on his name, Gabrielle squints her eyes open trying to adjust her vision to what small light there is in her hospital room. It has been more than a day now that she's confined in this horrific hospital bed. Yesterday, Vincent donated blood to her much to her surprise that they're shaking thesame type of blood and that his platelet is now flowing in her veins.He saved her.AGAIN.This isn't the first time that he actually saved her from danger. But this is the first time that she's realizing how much he truly cares for her. He loves her... his sad voice keeps on echoing in her head even in her sleep as he utters words she never thought she'd hear from him. He loves her.She so much wanted not to believe him.She knew she should never believe him because who knows if he's just making her ride on his acts?But if she
It's been a long while now since Vincent appeared before her in the room this morning. All she wants now is for her to be sent home from this horrible hospital bed, with him beside her.But nothing is happening. She's still undergoing a lot of tests in that are making her sicker. But what kills her inside is that Vincent is not there beside her. The idiot is just letting her experience all this pain alone and she hates it so much! He's the one who insisted that she gets confined, and he's also the first to leave her alone.Gabrielle looks out the window and realizes that day has gone by so easly again, the sun is no longer in the skies! Everything is now as dark as her mood again and the food on the side table is as cold as her heart as well. Before she knew it, she's already sobbing as tears fall.She feels so alone.She feels so empty and left behind.Her silent cries just become harder as she hides her tear stained face in her palms. God damn the drugs and her weak immune system for
"Congratulations!" Vincent gives her a very tight bear hug right after the doctor removes the IV on the back of her palm. It has been almost a week now since she was confined. They've been through a really rough times. She was sick, he was mad they ARE in love..No. That is too soon for Gabby to admit. She's been trying not to think of it. Not to feel what she's feeling for Vincent, but if truth be told, she is starting to fall for him.She's starting to get addicted to his stolen kisses and tight embrace like this."I... c-can't breathe..." she tries pushing him but not seriously pushing himn if you know what I mean. Well, she doesn't really want him to let her go but at the same time, doesn't want herself to give in and embrace him as tight.Playing hard to get?Yes, that's what it is."Sorry." he smiles as he looks at her face, his arms still wrapped around her."I'm just so excited that you're no longer sick." He kisses her nose making her smile as butterflies puts up a riot in
The plane ride has been very silent between Gabrielle and Vincent. Both of them are sitting opposite each other beside the window that overlooks the thick cloud in the skies.They are 3000ft above earth and one could easily say that their minds are also floating in air. Vincent looks at Gabrielle once more trying his best to approach her as she has not been herself since this morning when they were told to go back to London as soon as possible. He already had an idea that this would happen..but Gabrielle had no inkling about her father's condition that the news that woke them up this morning became a blow on her. She had been silent and shocked and lost.He so much wanted to console her but right now, all he could do is let her breathe. To let her think..and feel. The sudden shaking of the plane catches her attention and she immediately rises from her chair with a dim and desperate expression written all over her face. She was quick to get to the exit of the plane too. Not minding him
"Please speak to me, Gab..." he hadbeen kneeling in front of her for a good couple of hours now.She had been mute since she fainted in grief after doing her best to revive her father when he took his last breath.An overnight had pass. Gabriel Davis' second night of wake is now being held in the Westminster chapel, and here they are, in his old room... deafening themselves with the silence between them.Gabrielle's eyes were red and sore because of the tears that doesn't seem to run dry from them. At least now, she isn't crying. She is just mutely staring at nothing as she embraces the picture frame on top of her father's side table. A picture if a beautiful girl with brunette curly hair sitting on a smilingmiddle aged gentleman whose face shows nothing but gladness as he holds the small hands of the girl sitting on his shoulders.The girl was about five. Her eyes are shining brightly as she seemed to be giggling at the camera. Beside the man is a beautiful woman looking up at the g
The coffin has finally been closed, the relatives have finally offered white roses as the beautifully engraved wooden box that slowly goes down six feet under the ground beside another grave that reads "Julienne Ralph Laurant-Davis."She remained staring silently at the grave even after the soil starts being shoveled into the hole to finally cover it. The guests start saying their last condolences and farewell to the old billionaire's heiress. Most of them tapping her shoulder as they look at her broken hearted face with so much sympathy written on their faces.Gabrielle just remains standing there, seeming to be glued on the grass. Slowly, Vincent turns her to face him. His thumb touching her warm cheeks before he pulls her close to his chest. Giving her the support she needs... freeing her emotions and allowing her to desperately cry in his embrace once again. Letting her pour her broken hearted soul into every drop of tears that are running down from her beautiful eyes."I'm here,
"Sources say that the heiress begins having an affair with the model again shortly after her billionaire father died. The photos above show and confirm the affair as the Davis Holding heiress, wife of the Walton group her is photographed in a rather intimate position with the top model. The two began as friends when they were younger and started their official relationship last year. But the relationship ended shortly before the heiress married Vincent Walton. It isn't confirmed whether the now married couple has always been in a relationship or have just been inan arranged marriage with Vincent Walton. But the photographs above show that the case must have been the last. We wonder how the Walton heir reacts to the heiress' party and bar hopping. Obviously, the worldknown richest bitch cannot be tamed even with a wedding ring."That was the exact words written on the unpublished article that was forwarded to him this morning. The guy in front of him smirks as he sits back on the swi