Gabrielle appearing out of nowhere at the business meeting that morning regarding the business unit they were preparing to open in Germany had left him positively exhilarated. The heated encounter they had shared in the office shortly after the contract was signed was another matter altogether, keeping him grinning like a fool all day—even in front of scores of employees at one of Davis Holding's premier hotel properties newly opened in London. Gabrielle herself was attending a full itinerary of engagements.
Vincent, however, was visiting the hotel for a site inspection with abundant energy, though he could scarcely deny that he longed for the day to conclude so he could return home and spend the evening with his wife at their residence in North London.
"Mr Walton, there is, in fact, a filming currently underway at the infinity pool. You may wish to observe the campaign and marketing department before we adjourn for lunch," remarked one of the hotel's senior directors.
Vincent merely inclined his head.
"Very well," he said, following the director towards what appeared to be an indoor paradise surrounding the infinity pool of the five-star establishment, another jewel in the Davis Holding portfolio.
The marketing team acknowledged his presence immediately and paused the filming to discuss a few particulars with him. He was in the midst of a "meet and greet" with the PR and Marketing Director when his attention was caught by a very tanned, tall, and slender lady approaching.
Cathy.
She made no effort to conceal her two-piece attire with anything else as she strode confidently towards them.
"Vincent!!!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and planting a peck upon his lips—which he deftly avoided, leaving her lips to rest upon his cheek instead.
He could sense every pair of eyes upon him as his ex—this audacious model—attempted to create a scene within his own hotel.
"What a delightful surprise to encounter you here today! I wasn't aware you'd be present to... observe the filming," she said, idly toying with his necktie, much to his chagrin.
"Y-You know Cathy, Mr Walton?" inquired the director, raising an eyebrow.
Cathy playfully tapped the director's hand as she giggled.
"Of course, Vincent and I are... old friends," she said, looking at him knowingly.
The director glanced between them, while Vincent's expression darkened considerably.
"And by 'old,' she means rather... OLD," he thought, inwardly wishing some divine intervention might occur, when he heard a familiar voice that caused him to turn sharply.
His wife, walking with the poise of a queen, expression unreadable.
He could not help but smile. Does she possess some uncanny sense of timing? She seemed to appear precisely when he found himself in a predicament.
"Bella..." he whispered as she neared, permitting herself a soft smile before tiptoeing to press her lips gently upon his, prompting him to instinctively wrap an arm around her delicate waist.
"What a surprise to see you, Gabby!" exclaimed the director, to which Gabrielle smiled and placed a kiss upon each of his cheeks.
"How have you been? My condolences regarding your father..." he said, gently rubbing her arm. Gabrielle offered a dry smile. Vincent could discern that the mention of her father still struck a chord; her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
"You both look splendid together; I'm positively envious! Here to watch the shoot with your husband?" the director queried, eyes alight with curiosity. Cathy merely exhaled and rolled her eyes in response.
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