Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

If I agreed now, I feared that peaceful sleep would be out of reach for me tonight.

I pressed my lips together gently and took a cautious step back, creating some space between us. “You must be joking, Gavin,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

I was probably the only person in all of New York bold enough to “offend” Gavin this many times in a row without immediate consequences.

The study fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with tension so dense it felt almost suffocating.

Just as my mind began to wander, wondering where exactly he might decide to dispose of my body if things went wrong, Gavin finally broke the silence. “You said you wanted to thank me. Were you planning to do that with words alone?”

His question caught me off guard. I blinked a few times before quickly grasping his meaning. “Well, next time I’m free… I could take you out to dinner?” I offered hesitantly.

“No need to wait for ‘next time,’” Gavin replied, glancing at his watch with a casual air that somehow still carried an unspoken command. “I’m free right now.”

Since when had he stopped distinguishing between polite small talk and a genuine invitation?

He had never acted like this before.

I was about to say I didn’t have time when Gavin seemed to read my thoughts. “Ms. Windsor, don’t tell me you were only being polite and didn’t really intend to follow through?”

My toes curled uncomfortably inside my shoes. “Of course not,” I said quickly, though a prickling sensation ran across my scalp. “I just wasn’t sure which restaurant would be… appropriate.”

“I know a place.” With that, Gavin grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair and draped it over his arm as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “Let’s go.”

I frowned but followed him down the stairs.

There was no way I was going to let Gavin sit in the back of my car. Without waiting for him to say anything, I instinctively climbed into the back of his Bentley.

Gavin spoke casually. “You haven’t been to the lab for the past couple of days?”

I nodded. Thinking he was checking on the progress of the project, I began explaining without realizing it. “But I haven’t delayed anything. I’ve been attending all the development meetings online.”

I had also been discussing potential side effects of the finalized drug with Elias.

Cancer patients were already physically vulnerable. My goal was to maximize the drug’s effectiveness while minimizing side effects as much as possible—ideally, to zero.

Other colleagues on the project thought my idea was unrealistic, but I refused to give up.

A doctor’s compassion—when people thought of doctors, that was the phrase that came to mind. I just wanted to be able to live with myself.

After hearing me out, Gavin didn’t look dismissive like everyone else did. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. “If you need support from the company—funding or anything else—just tell Neil anytime.”

I was surprised. “You don’t think my idea is unrealistic?”

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