Amelie enjoyed seeing the pictures of Gabriel’s childhood. She saw the warmth that the Queen carried for him, but the only setback was how she never openly expressed it.
Before she could speak, Gabriel’s voice came from outside as he knocked on the door. "Would you please open the door?" he asked.
Mabel shut the album close and placed it on the table before heading to the door. As she opened it, she saw how worried he looked.
"Amelie, what are you doing here?" Gabriel walked past his father.
She already had stood up when he held her hand. "Let’s go to our room." His eyes fell upon the photo album, but he didn’t make any comment.
"Gabriel, I wanted to talk to her. You don’t need to look so panic," Mabel stated.
"Really?" Gabriel chuckled. "You are earning her sympathy, aren’t you? I know you better than anyone."
"Gabriel, don’t say that," Amelie told him.
He gave her a side glance before dragging her out with him.
As they walked through the corridor, Amelie said, "That’s not what you’re thinking. Your mother simply wanted to talk to me and ask me about your health. Then, she showed me the album from your childhood as I was also curious about it."
"I don’t want to hear about her. It is already infuriating enough that she’s suddenly talking so sweet with you," Gabriel muttered, his steps slowing down.
"What’s charged you up so suddenly? I think you misunderstand your mother, Gabriel. She’s not like what you think," Amelie said, yanking her away from him, thus halting at her place.
Gabriel turned to gaze at her. "You think you know my mother just because she told you some secrets she refuse to share with me. Don’t forget that she never wanted you and me to marry in the first place. She isn’t what you think. In thirty years of my life, I myself couldn’t find what’s goes inside her mind. So, please don’t fool yourself in thinking that you will bridge the gap between me and her."
"I get it," Amelie said.
"Are you upset with me?" Gabriel questioned.
"No," Amelie replied.
"You look like you’re upset because I raised my voice. I’m like that. It angers me when someone’s try to praise my mother in front of me. It just makes me lose my mind," Gabriel stated, "and I don’t wish you to be brainwashed by her."
Amelie simply stared into his eyes, not uttering a word.
"She may use your feelings against me when the time comes. So, don’t get close to her," Gabriel almost requested her. He walked to her, holding her hands gently.
"I was scared when you weren’t in the room," he murmured. "Then, I sensed that you were with her. My mother isn’t as easy as to understand as others’. I know you want everything to turn between me and Mom to turn right, but it’s just can’t happen. The wounds inflicted upon me can never be healed, Ame."
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