The Grand Mistress - Chapter 205

Gabriella couldn’t anymore continue her dinner with that and so, when Primo stepped back as sense hit back on him, she pulled a napkin and wiped her lips. Ignoring Primo this time, she took  time to look at Marie.

“Thank you for a good dinner Marie,” Gabriella told her and bowed in respect to her hospitality.

“Miss your hand…Let me tend to it,” Marie got worried when she saw the red marks on her hand.

“I’m fine Marie,” Gabriella tried to hide her arms. “I’ll come and visit you soon. Don’t pressure yourself too much worrying about your master, he’s old enough to care for himself,”

“I’m so sorry Miss…I invited you and you got hurt,” Marie was very apologetic. If only she knew this would happen, she would have never made her come. However, because they were so desperate to make Primo come to his senses, they sacrificed the girl for it and she ended up being hurt.

“It’s nothing,” Gabriella replied and bid her farewell. “Have a good night Marie,”

Gabriella then started walking away, while Primo, who was so guilty he couldn’t even dare to open his mouth to stop her. He just miserably followed the girl as she gracefully walked out of the mansion. At the front door, the house butler approached her immediately.

“Miss I’ll drive you home,”

“No thanks, I’m fine. I want to take a cab this time,” Gabriella refused politely with a smile as if her hand wasn’t aching.

“Ahm….how about I’ll call a cab for you?” The butler felt miserable knowing that Primo, who still was at her back,  obviously  wanted the girl to take one of his cars but couldn’t say anything. Primo felt like he didn’t even deserve to speak to her right now with what he had done. He never felt so away from her.

“I can manage, have a good night to you,” Gabriella didn’t reply anymore for his answer and just carefully walked away toward the gate. The butler could only give Primo a pitiful look and watched him follow the girl like a fool. Primo always had things under his control, but surely not this time. He wanted to reconcile with the girl so bad but it ended in the worst case he could think of. Only then did he understand there was really something when people say—love is hard and only a fool takes a risk on it, like he was right then.

Gabriella was very aware of Primo’s presence but she didn’t have the energy to deal with him anymore. When she walked out of the mansion’s gate, she tried to walk as fast as she could to get away from him but with Primo’s long legs, it was so easy for the man to keep up with her.

“Primo stop following me around, go home,” Gabriella finally had the nerve to shoo him away when she had enough. They were on a sidewalk right then, just on the main street of the subdivision where Primo’s mansion was nesting.

“I’ll leave when I know you are safe,”

“I’m safer when you are not around,” She retorted, crushing more pain to Primo’s fresh unhealing wound.

Primo was about to answer but he saw a cab passing away so he waved for it until it stopped in front of them. Gabriella immediately mounted in not expecting Primo to come with her.

“Allegria Penthouses please,” Primo told the driver at once and it didn’t take long before the cab went off.

The Monteria heiress only heaved an exhausting sigh when and rested her head on the backseat. She closed her eyes for a moment but it didn’t take long before she felt Primo’s hand caressing her swollen arms.

“I’m sorry Dulzura,” Primo’s voice was regretful. He certainly didn’t expect she would be hurt by his own hands.

The man had always been the king tiger to his own realm so not once did anyone dared to defy him like Gabriella did. He wasn’t used to it, used to feeling powerless over something and perhaps that made him so mad. Yet one thing he was sure tonight, no matter how devil he could turn out to be, his angel can easily cut off his devil’s horn and make him miserable. She was his kryptonite, his weakness and he never felt so afraid of that as he never had any weakness before.

“Could you please talk to me please?” Primo begged. “I can’t bear this anymore,”

Gabriella was so tempted to give in specially that Primo sounded so sincere but her heart  had gone so cold already. Besides, she was so afraid she’ll fall onto one of his traps again and leave her wounded again. She was so done with men hurting her that she was ready to promise that if ever she’d fall on it again, she’d just immediately go to Sta. Catalina nunnery and accept her fate as a nun.

“Stay away from me Primo,” Gabriella replied coldly.

“Sweatheart…just…just please let me hold you and—”

“I said stay away from me,”

Primo could do nothing but just leave her to her own. He retreated back to his seat and just watched the girl from his side, wondering when he would be able to touch her again. He was so miserable then that he felt like dying inside. Was this how deep he had fallen for her? He seemed like a helpless man already.

Soon the two reached the Allegria Penthouses and like those many days that had passed, as soon as Gabriella reached Lucy’s unit, she closed the door to Primo’s face, leaving him no chance to at all.

Primo, who was very frustrated, ended up sitting exhaustively at the front door cursing himself for how foolish he had been. If only he had been a little careful, a little sensitive, a little patient, things could have never gone this bad. Perhaps Lucilla Dimitri was right.

An evil like him should not wish on loving an angel like Gabriella.