Chapter 167 Driven Mad by Jealousy
Jessica didn't dare to respond to this message, nor did she dare to ask him why.
She was afraid of getting the same answer she had heard countless times before.
Besides, there were many kinds of kisses from a man—pity, impulse, and desire.
She didn't dare to expect anything anymore, nor did she dare to hold onto any unrealistic fantasies.
The night, both of them went to bed very late.
The next day, when Jessica got up and went out, Gabriel was already up from the couch and busy in the kitchen.
A delicious aroma wafted out from inside.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Jessica went to open the door.
When she saw Vincent standing outside, she was stunned for a moment before coming to her senses. "Vincent, it's you? Why are you here?"
"I saw you living here alone and thought it might be inconvenient for you with your sprained ankle, so I brought you some breakfast and thought I could take you to the hospital," Vincent answered straightforwardly.
Jessica touched her head, feeling a bit anxious.
Thinking about Gabriel being inside, she had no idea how to handle the situation.
"Vincent, thank you, you..." She was about to express her gratitude.
Before Jessica could finish her sentence, Gabriel rushed over.
Gabriel's voice was icy cold. "Since when do cops have so much free time? Delivering breakfast to others?"
Seeing Gabriel, Vincent was also a bit surprised.
Then he understood—they were originally a couple, and Jessica had probably moved out because of a fight.
Now that they had reconciled and were living together again, it was only natural for Gabriel to be by her side.
Lowering his deep-set eyes, Vincent responded gracefully, "I'm just here to lend a friend in need some help. But since Gabriel is here, I won't intrude any further."
With that, Vincent prepared to leave.
Jessica looked at the breakfast in his hand, feeling touched, and immediately called out to him, "Wait! You haven't had breakfast either, right? Since we're friends, let's have breakfast together."
Before Vincent could respond, Gabriel was already furious.
He had gotten up early to make her breakfast, only to be overshadowed by Vincent's bought breakfast.
Reaching out, Gabriel shut the door and then dragged Jessica into the room.
"Gabriel, what are you..."
Before Jessica could finish her sentence, Gabriel grabbed her head and sealed her lips with his.
"Let go of me," Jessica struggled.
But the more she struggled, the deeper Gabriel kissed.
"Gabriel, you're crazy?!"
As Jessica spoke, it gave him the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
At that moment, Gabriel was like an enraged lion, desperately proving his existence, even if it meant using the clumsiest and least pleasing method.
But he didn't realize that this would only push Jessica further away.
When he finally let go, Gabriel's eyes were bloodshot, almost out of control.
Jessica's face was also flushed. She lowered her head, sobbing softly, her hair and clothes in disarray.
Seeing her cry, Gabriel's anger subsided a lot.
But thinking about how she resisted his closeness, his heart felt even more blocked.
"Do you hate me that much?" he asked.
Jessica lowered her head, tidying her clothes and hair.
After a while, she finally looked up, her voice soft and full of sorrow. "What do you take me for? Someone you can kiss whenever you want? I am a person with thoughts, not a tool for your venting."
'A tool for venting? So that's how she sees it.' Gabriel pondered her words. At that moment, he felt like a fool.
A sharp pain suddenly hit his heart, and he let out a bitter laugh, "Jessica, no matter what I do, in your heart, I can never compare to Vincent, can I?"
"You and he are different. There's no comparison," Jessica said.
He was her youth, her memory, the most unforgettable love of her life. It was deep love, a secret crush, and an unspeakable affection.
Vincent, to her, was a friend—a very good friend, someone worth cherishing and respecting, someone she couldn't easily lose.
Friends and lovers were completely independent existences; how could they be compared?
But to Gabriel, her words meant something entirely different.
"No comparison?" he looked at Jessica, murmuring.
Then he let out a desolate laugh, mocking himself, "You're right. In your heart, I can't compare to him. He is the most important."
He turned around and walked out, his tall figure gradually disappearing.
For some reason, Jessica felt his back was filled with loneliness and sadness.
But why? Why was he sad?
Just as Gabriel was about to leave, Jessica called out, "Gabriel..."
But after uttering his name, she fell silent.
What was the point of saying anything?
Even if she told him the truth that he was the most important one in her heart, what would it change?
They had already missed their chance.
After two years of marriage, even though they didn't spend every day together, they had shared a bed. Despite this, no love had ignited during this long period. What could change now?
Gabriel left, and Jessica looked at the oatmeal still cooking in the kitchen. She turned off the stove and quietly finished the oatmeal.
She was hesitant about going out because her foot injury had improved a lot but still hurt a bit.
And she was worried about being late since she was leaving a bit late.
As she reached the entrance of the community, she saw Vincent leaning against his car, his tall figure particularly striking.
Jessica ran over. "You didn't leave? I thought you had gone."
"I saw Gabriel leave and thought it might be hard for you to get a cab, so I decided to wait for you," replied Vincent.
"Thank you, Vincent. You are so considerate."
After getting in the car, Vincent couldn't help but ask, "I'm sorry about this morning."
Jessica turned to look at him in surprise. "Why are you apologizing?"
"Because my presence seemed to cause a misunderstanding between you two," Vincent explained.
Hearing this, Jessica immediately shook her head. "No, Vincent, don't overthink it. This is between him and me; it has nothing to do with you."
"It's for real." Afraid Vincent wouldn't believe her, she emphasized again.
"May I ask a bold question?" Vincent asked.
"Sure." Jessica nodded lightly.
"Is there some misunderstanding or conflict between you two?" He asked.
Misunderstanding?
If only it were just a misunderstanding. But their issues couldn't be explained away with a single word.
Too much had happened between them, and they had missed too much.
"Vincent, I don't want to hide it from you. We do have problems, really serious ones. The rift between us is deep, and it can't be fixed with just a few words. It's not something that can be easily resolved," Jessica stated.
"Do you still love him?" Suddenly, Vincent looked at Jessica with his beautiful eyes and asked.
