Chapter 178 Jessica, I Like You Too 2
"Gabriel, I don't want to hear it. Just don't." Jessica shook her head, resisting.
Gabriel cupped her face, lowered his head to touch her nose, and smiled gently.
He knew she must have misunderstood.
"Jessica," Gabriel looked at her, his eyes sparkling like countless stars, incredibly bright.
He spoke, his thin lips parting slightly, as if using the gentlest words in the world, "Listen carefully, I've never thought your affection was a bother. On the contrary, it makes me very happy, extremely happy."
"Why?" Jessica asked hesitantly.
She felt like her brain was completely overloaded, unable to think straight.
"Fool, because I like you too!"
When this sentence exploded in her mind, Jessica's first reaction was that she was dreaming.
Otherwise, how could she hear these words!
Like her?
Gabriel really liked her?
Ten years, this was something she almost didn't dare to dream of.
When she married him, she only hoped they could walk through life hand in hand. Just being with him was a great joy and satisfaction for her.
Later, witnessing his exclusive love and care for Diana, she didn't dare to hope for anything more.
But now, he actually said he liked her.
Jessica was stunned for a moment, almost unable to think.
After a while, she found her voice. "But, the person you like is Diana."
Before she finished, Gabriel interrupted, "Jessica, that was in the past. I know, I wasn't good to you before, always making you sad and upset. But now it's different. I'm very clear, I like you."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done so many wrong things, and I shouldn't have hurt you."
As he spoke, Gabriel grabbed her hand and kissed it repeatedly.
"It's my fault, all my fault. When you mentioned divorce, do you know how sad I was? I didn't want to be apart from you at all, but you were so determined. I even thought about using some underhanded means to keep you by my side."
"But Jessica, whether it was before or now, I never wanted to force you."
"I know I did wrong, and you're mad at me. You can do whatever you want to me, just don't ignore me."
Jessica's eyes widened. If she hadn't heard it herself, she wouldn't have believed it.
This was the scene she had dreamed of countless times.
Yet when it actually happened, she didn't know how to react.
It took a while for her to find her thoughts, and in the next moment, she tilted her head, and one of her eyes instantly became moist, followed by tears falling frantically.
Ten years.
She had loved him for ten years.
She had married him and been apart from him.
Just when she thought everything was a one-sided act, he told her he liked her too.
When she realized it, she couldn't hold back anymore.
It felt like the unreciprocated love and yearning of more than three thousand days and nights had found a release.
For so many days and nights, she didn't even know how she had endured.
She thought her whole life would be like this, carrying this unrequited love into old age, even to death.
But at this moment, she realized that all her efforts had meaning.
It was enough.
More than enough.
"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? " Gabriel asked, distressed by Jessica's tears.
"No," Jessica shook her head, trying to explain, "I'm not sad, I'm..."
She couldn't find the right word to describe her feelings.
She stepped forward and threw herself into Gabriel's arms, squeezing her petite body into his broad embrace.
She wanted to hold him tightly, to feel his warmth and presence.
So this is what love feels like.
So secure.
So sweet.
Finally, it wasn't unrequited love, it wasn't just her giving.
She loved him, really loved him so much.
"Gabriel." Jessica called out his name.
She didn't know what she wanted to say, just wanted to call out.
"Hmm?" Gabriel responded softly, his voice gentle, waiting for her to speak.
But after a while, Jessica still didn't say anything.
He lowered his head and asked gently, "What are you gonna say? I'm still waiting!"
Jessica smiled, curled up in his arms again, and said softly, "Nothing, just wanted to call you!"
"Really?" Gabriel asked.
Jessica shook her head lightly.
Being able to lie in his arms like this, feeling his breath, listening to his heartbeat, she already felt very happy.
For the first time, she understood how wonderful it was to have mutual feelings and love.
Even if they did nothing, just holding each other quietly, it was immensely satisfying.
But clearly, Gabriel didn't think the same.
"Jessica," this time, it was Gabriel calling her name.
"Hmm!"
Jessica thought he was like her, just wanting to call her name.
But the next moment, she realized she was wrong.
Gabriel turned on the shower again, holding her directly under the spray.
Instantly, warm water poured over them, feeling very comfortable.
"Cold?" Gabriel asked.
Jessica shook her head and replied, "No, very comfortable!"
"Then do you want to feel even more comfortable?"
"Huh?" Jessica looked up, slightly puzzled.
"Jessica, I want to do what you just didn't finish. Ready?"
"What?"
Jessica hadn't finished the words in her mouth when, suddenly, there was a warm, soft, comforting sensation on her lips.
So this was what he meant by more comfortable.
Just as Jessica realized, the next moment, Gabriel pressed her against the wall, one hand holding her waist, leaving her no room to retreat, his lips lingering deeply.
His kiss was intense, like a storm, almost overwhelming her completely.
It was nothing like his previous gentleness, nor a light touch.
He kissed her so hard, as if he wanted to merge her into his body, engrave her into his life.
Jessica gasped, feeling her head starting to lack oxygen, her cheeks flushed, as if painted with a rosy blush, cute and charming.
Her whole body felt as soft as water, completely powerless.
"Gabriel, let go a bit, I..." Jessica grabbed his clothes, gasping for breath.
Her voice, soft and alluring, rippled through Gabriel's heart, making him feel even more restless.
"Jessica."
Gabriel, like her, was also breathing heavily, his breath hot and intense.
"Jessica, I want to..." Gabriel pressed his head against Jessica's, the rest of his words already clear.
