Chapter 13: Shameless is You
Gabriel coldly glanced up and down at Vincent, then turned his gaze towards Sophia like a sharp sword.
"What is your relationship with each other?"
"Does our relationship concern you, Mr. Lancaster? I don't have any relationship with you. You've forcefully brought me back to the country against my will. Do you still want to restrict my freedom?"
Sophia couldn't bear it any longer and retorted at Gabriel like a cannon. She didn't want Vincent to be involved in her affairs with Gabriel, so Sophia gently pulled Vincent and gave him a reassuring look.
"Sophia, you'd better behave, or don't blame me for being impolite," Gabriel fumed with the veins on his temples throbbing.
This woman treated him like an enemy, her words seemed to be filled with knives. Yet, she was all smiles and softness towards this man.
Does she already have a new love interest? Gabriel wondered.
Humph!
"You ask me to behave, so I'll behave. Why should I listen to you? I'm not your wife anymore, and you have no right to control me. Furthermore, I want to move out. I don't want to live in your crappy apartment and be under your surveillance."
"Move out? Huh, where do you want to move? Here?"
Gabriel thought she wanted to move in with Vincent, and his anger reached its peak. Even with the best self-control, he couldn't hold back his vulgar language.
Sophia's face instantly turned pale, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes. At that moment, her heart felt as if it had been torn apart.
A resounding slap landed on Gabriel's angry handsome face, abruptly silencing him. In that moment, he deeply regretted his earlier words.
Sophia suppressed the sourness in her nose as her trembling hand hung down. She spoke slowly and forcefully, each word carrying a powerful weight: "The one who has no right to call me shameless is you, Gabriel!"
"Sophia." Vincent once again shielded Sophia behind him, coldly staring at Gabriel. "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police."
Half of Gabriel's face burned with pain, leaving behind a few fingerprints on his fair skin.
He didn't know how he walked out. When a chilly wind blew, Gabriel regained his senses and found himself standing beside the car.
He looked up at the lights on the floor above, the words Sophia had just said echoed in his mind. Then, the image of Sophia from five years ago and the Sophia from five years later overlapped and separated.
His eyebrows furrowed tightly into a knot as he got into the car and punched the steering wheel in frustration.
Half an hour later, when Gabriel returned, Tiffany greeted him and immediately noticed that something was wrong with his face.
"Oh my God, Gabriel, what happened to your face?"
Gabriel pushed her away and walked towards the sofa, collapsing onto it in exhaustion.
"Gabriel, you have to tell me quickly, who hit you?" Tiffany walked over angrily.
As she reached out to take his hand, he abruptly pulled away from her.
Then, as Gabrie’s furrowed brow came into view, Tiffany suddenly snapped out of her daze.
Damn it, she had forgotten to apply her perfume because she was too flustered. Quickly understanding the situation, Tiffany took a step back and asked, still concerned,
"What happened exactly? I heard that Sophia ran away. Did you go find her? Did she hit you?"
"I'm fine. It's late, so you should go rest," Gabriel clearly didn't want to discuss the matter concerning Sophia.
Tiffany, however, was worried. "Gabriel, I'm your girlfriend. Can't you tell me what you're thinking?"
Gabriel's previously drooping eyelids suddenly opened wide, and his dark eyes gazed deeply into Tiffany's. In that instant, Tiffany felt as if he could see right through her.
"I told you it was because of Sam. Don't overthink it. Go back and rest. I'm tired."
"Ever since you brought Sophia back to the country, things have changed, Gabriel. Do you still feel guilty toward her?"
Tiffany asked with a gentle tone, her voice resonating crisply in the night. She looked inquisitively at Gabriel.
Gabriel snorted coldly. "Guilt? I haven't felt guilty since I found out her depression was fake."
"She is now a criminal and she must pay for her past actions."
Hearing Gabriel's words, Tiffany lowered her head and smirked triumphantly. It seemed that her worries were unnecessary.
"Gabriel, can I stay here tonight?" Tiffany asked him softly after a moment of silence.
Gabriel closed his eyes again, not giving a definite answer, but also not refusing.
This was Gabriel's apartment, where he lived alone. It was close to the company, so sometimes he would come here to stay if he drank too much or worked late. Tiffany had also stayed here frequently over the past five years, although they always had separate rooms.
Because, for some reason, four years ago, Gabriel suddenly developed a strange illness. Whenever a woman got closer than one meter to him, he would become restless and agitated.
At the worst times, he would even harm others. Tiffany had obtained a calming scent from her teacher and would apply it to herself in order to barely approach Gabriel, but too much intimacy was out of the question.
She hated this strange illness with a passion and had been researching it extensively for the past few years, but had yet to find a solution.
That night, Gabriel couldn't sleep due to his restless mind, while Sophia, on the other hand, peacefully held her two little ones, sleeping soundly and even dreaming sweet dreams.
The next day, Vincent prepared breakfast early, and Sophia, after finishing her morning routine came to the kitchen looked at the sumptuous spread on the table and couldn't help but comment,
"Whoever manages to win over Dr. Vincent will surely have great luck."
Vincent, inwardly smirking, thought to himself: You are the one with great luck now.
He smiled and replied, "Let's eat."
Ethan and Emma rushed out, causing a commotion.
"Mommy, Ethan splashed water all over me," Emma buried her head in Sophia's embrace.
"Tattle-tale, it was clearly you who threw the soap into the sink and splashed yourself,"
luckily, he dodged in time, otherwise he would have gotten wet too. Ethan still had a lingering fear in his eyes.
Ever since seeing Mommy, Emma had regained her mischievous charm. To be honest, although Ethan pretended to dislike it, he still preferred his sister's playful and adorable demeanor, to the constant crying in mommy’s absence.
During the days they didn't see Mommy, Emma seemed as if she had lost her soul, barely uttering a word.
How worried he had been. Sophia lovingly pinched the Little Monster's nose.
"Sit still and have breakfast, this was made by your godfather himself."
"Wow, godfather is amazing," Emma looked at Vincent with admiration and Vincent affectionately ruffled the little one's hair.
"Let's eat."
The two little ones climbed onto their chairs and ate quietly and obediently. Vincent had to go to work, and the two little ones kindly saw him off.
At this moment, Vincent's heart was filled with joy as he glanced at Sophia, who was tidying up the tableware.
This scene was so warm, he and Sophia were like a married couple, and Ethan and Emma were their children.
If they could always be like this, that would be wonderful and so, once Sophia and Gabriel's situation was completely resolved, he would confess his feelings!
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