Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 99: The chefs.

Gabe chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You’re not serious," he said, amusement flickering in his voice. "Alright... it’s fine. I understand you. And honestly? I wasn’t hoping to share a room with Alex tonight anyway. In fact... I’ll probably still have to push him away. My actions will soon start pushing him away, whether he likes it or not."

"Huh?" Fred’s eyebrow shot up in curiosity. "What do you mean by that? Why do you want to push him away again when he did nothing wrong?"

Gabe turned his head slightly toward him, a faint, warm smile touching his lips. "I mean... I’ll be going back into business soon. You know my clients, of course. I have a business rival right now who I plan to take down the moment I return to the office. It’s only a matter of time. Alex will definitely get away from me the moment he find out the kind of person I am."

Fred exhaled heavily, a mixture of disbelief and worry crossing his face. "Damn! Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of doing that? Of going to your old ways? How will Alex feel if he finds out? He’ll be heartbroken... especially now that it seems like he’s... fallen for you. Maybe not just a little, maybe deeply." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"I have no choice. It’s necessary. Anyways I’ll find say to deal with him," Gabe replied, his tone calm yet resolute. "But for now... I’ll just do what I want." He swallowed hard, a flash of determination in his eyes, and Fred could only respond with a heavy, long sigh.

Fred’s curiosity nudged him forward again. "Whatever though. Just be careful. So... did Risa bring the men you asked her to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gabe shook his head, his expression darkening slightly. "Of course not. I believe even the men you brought with you were bribed by Risa. If you noticed, not a single guard stepped out to protect me while Sabe was shooting. It was as if they were all waiting for my death." His tone grew serious, each word deliberate. "I didn’t see a single person ready to save me. This already confirms everything I need to know."

Fred’s eyes widened in shock, and his hands tightened into fists beside him. "What?! They were bought off by Risa? She actually wanted you dead?! After everything you did for that bitch?!" His voice was sharp, laced with outrage.

"That’s human nature for you," Gabe replied, a wry chuckle escaping him. "They’re even deadlier than a poisonous snake." His gaze drifted to the ceiling, a flicker of calculation in his eyes. "It’s time for me to return to my company because it’s obvious... she doesn’t want me there. She wants me gone so she can take over. But that’s a dream that’ll never come true. Once I’m back from this vacation, I’ll deal with Risa—personally." He added the last part with a firm nod, and Fred could only quietly acknowledge him, still processing the weight of the betrayal and the danger Gabe had faced.

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The next day.

The sweet aroma of food soon drifted into the room, jolting both Gabe and Fred from their restless sleep. The scent was intoxicating—fried chicken dipped in rich, glistening sauce, hamburgers sizzling with melted cheese, golden chips crisped to perfection, and the faint tang of spices in the air. Gabe’s stomach growled involuntarily, while Fred’s mouth watered, both of them simultaneously sitting up and glancing toward the kitchen where the source of the aroma awaited.

"The aroma is coming from downstairs, right?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and quickly settled himself into his wheelchair. "Are those guys actually cooking, or did they just order food or perhaps these aroma is from other building. I’m so terribly hungry right now.?"

"There’s only one way to find out. I’m terribly hungry too right now. Those are woke me up after all of else I’ll still be enjoying my sleep." Fred said with a bright smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. He moved closer and began gently pushing Gabe’s wheelchair toward the stairs, his hands steady and careful as he guided him.

Once they got to the stairs, Fred stopped and proceeded to want to lift Gabe off the wheelchair.

"Wait!" Gabe protested, raising a hand. "You don’t have to...."

Before he could finish, Alex appeared at the top of the stairs, moving with surprising speed despite the wound on his chest. In one fluid motion, he scooped Gabe up in a bridal-style lift, cradling him securely.

"You don’t have to do that! Fred can help!" Gabe exclaimed, his voice tinged with worry. "You’re injured—your chest! You shouldn’t be carrying me. You need to be resting!"

Alex didn’t respond verbally; instead, he simply carried Gabe down the stairs with careful precision, each step deliberate and steady. Fred followed closely behind, pushing the wheelchair along for support, and finally, Alex lowered Gabe into it at the bottom of the stairs.

"Alright, guys," Damien called out, stepping forward with a huge tray balanced carefully in his hands. His eyes sparkled with pride as he presented the spread. "Alex and I have been cooking since last midnight, and now the dishes are ready. This will be the last meal in Alex’s house in this part of the city. By tomorrow, we’ll be at the vacation house."

Fred’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a scoff. "You cooked all this? You didn’t just order it?"

"Of course not!" Damien replied, excitement radiating from his voice. "Alex and I have been in the kitchen since midnight to make sure everything would be ready on time."

Gabe’s jaw practically dropped in disbelief. "For real? Wait... didn’t you almost burn the house down the first time you tried cooking for me? How did you and Alex manage to prepare all this without setting the kitchen on fire?"

Damien laughed, swallowing hard as he waved his hands defensively. "Hey, I made a mistake back then, okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m a terrible cook! Yeah, Alex called me bad once, but with him by my side, we’ve been able to prepare tons of food. So stop looking down on me, you two. You’re staring at a future restaurant owner in the making!"

Gabe shook his head in disbelief, a soft chuckle escaping him. He then turned his gaze to Alex, concern etching his features. "Why are you stressing yourself out like this? Are you sure the wound in your chest isn’t getting worse while you’re keeping up with all this? You just got shot, you know."

Alex smiled warmly, his tone calm but tinged with pride. "You worry too much, Gabe. I’m fine." Alex reassured him, his smile softening further. "Let’s just eat. That’s what matters right now."

I’m an enigma. Enigmas heal on time. Honestly... it doesn’t even feel like I was shot. The wound is almost completely healed. Alex thought Inwardly.

Gabe’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though the worry lingered in his eyes. "I’m glad to hear that... but still, you shouldn’t overexert yourself."

With that, Fred and Damien settled onto the sofas while the tray of food was carefully placed in the center of the living room. They had opted for the living room rather than the dining room, preferring a more casual, relaxed setting where everyone could lounge and chat as they ate.

Damien began serving everyone, placing hamburgers, fried chicken, chips, and fruit drinks in front of them. The aroma alone made their mouths water, and each plate looked like a feast fit for royalty.

Without a second thought, all four of them began devouring the food. The clatter of plates and the occasional laugh filled the air as they settled into a comfortable rhythm, enjoying the long-awaited meal.

"That reminds me," Damien suddenly asked, chewing quickly, almost making Alex choke. "Are you still going to continue the therapy sessions with Alex even though your ex-husband is in prison now?"

Both Alex and Fred choked slightly, surprise evident on their faces.

Wait...what? Is that really the time to ask that? After all the dramas that went down because of a decorated room? Alex thought Inwardly.

"Of course I’ll continue the therapy sessions, Alex," Gabe said, trying to maintain his composure while taking another bite of his burger. "But we’re on a break for now. I need to practice what I’ve learned first on other people. Once I see that it works, we can resume the sessions. And if the practice leads to... the more intense parts, well... then maybe we won’t even need formal therapy anymore."

Alex choked again on his drink, and Fred quickly passed him a glass of water, which he gulped down in one go. His gaze flicked to Gabe, who was still happily devouring his burger as if nothing could faze him.

Other people? Alex thought inwardly, swallowing hard. What other people? And... something more intense? He means... sex, doesn’t he? Seriously?! His cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked between Gabe and Fred, trying to maintain a casual demeanor while internally panicking.