?<strong>Chapter 972:</strong>


    Pierre tensed slightly. He looked up and replied, “No, I value this job.”


    “If you value it so much, why did you hesitate that day?” Gemma’s eyes were clear, reflecting pure curiosity. “You seemed to pause by the bed for quite some time before you decided to help me.”


    Pierre furrowed his brow. “Icked experience.”


    “You’re a doctor, and you don’t know first aid?”


    “I was inexperienced with your specific condition and hesitant to intervene improperly.”


    Gemma was at a loss for words. She didn’t intend to me Pierre. She merely sought understanding. “If guarding me displeases you, you can tell my brother. He won’t force you.”


    Pierre simply said, “No.”


    Their conversation was brief.


    She Gomez, the housekeeper, came over. “Miss Hampton, it’s time for fruits.”


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    She cast a curious nce at Pierre, who nodded and stepped away, though he remained nearby.


    Gemma noticed his peculiar walk and watched him for a moment longer.


    She gently pulled Gemma’s arm and whispered, “Miss Hampton, you should keep a respectful distance from the bodyguards.”


    Gemma understood this was Corey’s directive, yet she felt slightly displeased. “I was merely asking a few questions.”


    “If you need anything, just give orders. Mr. Hampton insists that you maintain distance from everyone but him to prevent any ill intentions.”


    Gemma couldn’t help but chuckle. “She, I’m an adult, capable of making my own decisions. Besides, Pierre is my personal bodyguard. How can we notmunicate at all?”


    While She conceded that Gemma’s point was logical, she still urged caution. She handed Gemma a piece of fruit with a warm smile.


    Gemma nced at Pierre, who stood rigidly. She harbored some doubts. That night at the hotel in Warrington, she faintly recalled Pierre’s seeming indifference to her crisis. Was it merely a misperception?


    However, since Alicia had personally rmended Pierre, Gemma chose not to linger on these thoughts.


    In the ensuing days, Corey’s demanding schedule kept him away. Concerned that Gemma might grow bored, he had several truckloads of rare flowers delivered and nted in their garden.


    Gemma adored the Juliet champagne roses most of all. She visited the garden several times a day, delighting in watering and caring for them herself.


    Naturally, each time Gemma soiled her clothes when tending to the flowers, She expressed her concern.


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