Chapter 152 Leave Me Alone
Gabriel's face had darkened to the color of coal. It seemed like even the smallest spark could set him off at that moment.
What did she say?
A younger, cuter guy?
An older man?
A May-December romance?
And she said she liked them all, wanting to try each one?
If he hadn't been standing by her bedside, hearing her say these things with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed it.
"Jessica, what about the person you had a crush on? Wasn't it for ten years? What happened? You just stopped loving him?" Gabriel's dark eyes locked onto her, questioning coldly.
Even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer, he still felt a burning rage.
How could she had only been divorced from him for two days, yet she was already eager to find a new romance?
The more Gabriel thought about it, the more it bothered him. He grabbed Jessica's wrist and, with a swift motion, buried his tall frame into the bed.
One hand supported himself; the other hand pressed Jessica's wrist above her head.
Thus, Jessica had no choice but to face him.
Her slightly flushed face was now directly in front of his.
It wasn't until he could see her clearly and hold her that he felt a bit more at ease.
"Jessica, do you even remember that you just got divorced? Are you so eager to find a boyfriend? Hmm?" Gabriel asked, suppressing his anger.
Jessica seemed to open her eyes for a moment before closing them again, grumbling discontentedly, "Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I'm your husband," Gabriel said through gritted teeth.
Jessica let out a mocking laugh, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke. "You can't even lie properly. Let me tell you..."
She paused, pulling Gabriel's arm and arching her body closer to his ear, whispering softly, "I'm already divorced. I only have an ex-husband, where would I get a husband?"
She was already so close to Gabriel that her lips brushed against his earlobe.
That warm, soft sensation tugged at Gabriel's heart, pushing the boundaries of his self-control.
Even without her saying a word, he was already fighting to restrain himself.
When she spoke, especially in that sexy yet cute tone, he found it even harder to resist.
Gabriel felt the string in his heart snap, splitting in two.
"You're such an idiot!" Jessica finished her complaint and tried to struggle free.
But Gabriel was fast, grabbing Jessica's waist and pulling her forcefully towards him.
He understood that at this moment, he couldn't let her go no matter what.
His thin lips pressed down without any hesitation, kissing her directly.
Then, he almost greedily took in her taste.
The entire process was like a storm.
Jessica clenched her fists, struggling and resisting wildly.
Finally, one of her hands broke free. Without any hesitation, she raised it and slapped Gabriel across the face.
The slap was hard.
And Gabriel seemed to wake up suddenly.
He let go of her, adjusted her clothes, and looked at her with a pained expression, uttering, "Jessica, I'm sorry. I lost control."
He had always prided himself on his strong self-control, but in that moment, his thoughts had run wild like an untamed horse, completely beyond his control.
He only wanted to possess her, to make her his own.
"Gabriel, you're despicable!" he muttered, clenching his fist and slamming it onto the table.
He then dialed the internal line. "I have a drunk woman here. Please send two people up to help."
"Yes, Mr. Walton. Please hold on, we'll arrange for someone to come up immediately."
Being a luxury hotel, it indeed took less than five minutes from the call to the arrival of the staff at the door.
Gabriel instructed, "Give her a hot bath and change her into clean clothes."
"Mr. Walton, where are this lady's pajamas?" the staff asked.
"Wait a moment, I'll get them."
With that, Gabriel called Quentin. On the other end, Grace wasn't in much better shape.
As soon as she entered the room and saw Quentin's face, she sobered up considerably.
Though still drunk, she at least recognized that the man holding her was Quentin.
She had drunk a lot, but her tolerance was much better than Jessica's. After all, she had been in many situations where drinking was necessary, and the night breeze on the way back had also helped clear her head somewhat.
Seeing Quentin, and thinking of Jessica, she immediately felt displeased.
"Quentin, why are you here? What are you doing here?" Grace pointed at him, her voice slurred.
"You know what? I don't want to see you at all right now, especially anyone associated with Gabriel," she added.
"Grace, you're drunk. Let me help you take a bath, and then we can get some rest," Quentin said, trying to pull her towards the bathroom.
But Grace, as if sensing his intentions, quickly dodged, her eyes sparkling as she laughed and crouched in a corner.
She then pointed at Quentin, her dissatisfaction evident. "Men like you, none of you are worth a damn. Gabriel isn't, and neither are you. Don't think I don't know your intentions for coming to me."
Hearing her increasingly nonsensical words, Quentin's demeanor turned colder. He reached out, grabbed Grace, and forcefully pulled her into his arms. "Go take a bath, then have a rest."
Grace knew he was angry.
Normally, she wouldn't dare to go against him. But today, emboldened by her drunken state, she wanted to push his boundaries, if only to test his resolve.
"No," she said, pushing Quentin away. "I don't want to. Let go of me."
"I'll say it one more time, go take a bath." Quentin's voice grew colder, and his tone dropped.
Without giving Grace a chance to refuse, he dragged her towards the bathroom.
Grace resisted, struggling with all her might, shouting, "No, I don't want to. I'm not sleepy. I don't want to sleep."
"Then take a bath first. Or do you want me to join you?" he said, his eyes narrowing.
Quentin scolded her coldly, "You reek of alcohol. Didn't I tell you not to drink? And yet you drank this much."
Just then, Quentin's phone rang. Seizing the opportunity presented by the distraction, Grace pushed him away. "I'll go by myself. I don't need your help."
Getting Grace's room number, Gabriel quickly made his way over.
Quentin opened the door for him and couldn't help but tease, "So soon? You and your ex-wife alone in a room, and you didn't do anything to satisfy yourself?"
Gabriel shot him a cold glance, looking him up and down in his suit, and retorted icily, "What did you do to Grace?"
