Chapter 264 Gabriel, You Did It on Purpose
Vincent said, "Although to others, you are the head of the Lucas Family, a powerful CEO in the business world, to me, you have only one identity, and that is my sister.
"You don't have to be so excellent, so strong, or bear everything alone. I've grown up; I'm no longer that immature kid in your mind, nor the little brother who needs protection in your memory. You can tell me anything; let me share the burden with you."
Hearing these words, Ennifer suddenly started to cry.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
All these years, she had been managing the Lucas Family alone. To say it wasn't hard or exhausting would be a lie.
But she had always felt a sweet burden.
The moment she agreed to let her brother become a special police officer, she had thought about the future. It meant that from then on, the Lucas Family would rely solely on her management, and she had to take on all the responsibilities of the Lucas Family.
All these years, she had been holding on alone.
Sometimes, holding on for so long, she didn't feel tired anymore.
Especially when she saw the satisfied smiles on her mother and sister's faces, the praise from those around her, her brother pursuing his dreams with determination, and getting closer to his dreams.
Seeing her family doing well made her heart even more content.
She felt that no matter how hard it was, she could endure it.
After a good cry, Ennifer felt much better and lighter.
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she quickly broke into a smile. "Hearing you say these makes all my efforts over the years worthwhile. But no matter how old you get, you will always be the little brother who needs love and protection in my heart.
"Just like us, no matter how old we get, we are always the children who never grow up in our parents' eyes, needing love and care."
"Ennifer." Vincent choked up, struggling to speak.
"Alright, enough about me. Let's talk about you and Jessica. The mark on her neck wasn't left by you?" Ennifer asked directly.
"Ennifer, how did we get to this topic?" Vincent still felt somewhat dumbfounded.
She continued, "I'm not criticizing or belittling her. After all, you two aren't really a couple. She has her freedom. I'm just reminding you, after deceiving Mom once, what will you do next time Mom wants to see her?
"Also, Gabriel is not someone to mess with. Judging by the situation, he might have already reconciled with Jessica. Do you think any man would watch his wife pretend to be someone else's girlfriend?"
Hearing this, Vincent realized he did have overlooked many things.
After thinking for a moment, he replied, "We'll take it one step at a time. There's always a way out."
At that time, he hadn't thought so far ahead.
Of course, these weren't Ennifer's real concerns.
What she was most worried about was that her brother seemed to have already fallen for this relationship.
The men of the Lucas Family were all deeply affectionate, from her grandfather to her father, and now to her brother.
Not one of them had escaped.
When Jessica reached the doorstep, she thought she had come to the wrong place because Gabriel was standing there, tall and handsome, looking at her with deep eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Jessica was genuinely surprised.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow slightly. "I've been waiting for you for two hours. My legs are numb, and my wound hurts a bit. Are you sure you want me to stand here and talk?"
"Oh." Jessica immediately stepped forward to open the door and let him in.
As they entered, Gabriel was even more self-assured than she had imagined. He strode directly to the living room, picked up her cup, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
Jessica was stunned.
"Gabriel, wait; that's my cup," she shouted.
"I know." Gabriel said.
Jessica was silent.
She thought, 'You know it's my cup, and you still drank from it?'
Sure enough, the next moment, Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "There are only you and Grace living here, and only two cups. If I don't use yours, should I use Grace's?"
Jessica thought about it and realized it made sense.
Then, Gabriel took her cup, poured another glass of water, and drank it all.
'Wait, hold on...' Jessica felt she had figured it out. She had been completely fooled by Gabriel.
What did he mean by not using hers and only using Grace's?
He could have used a disposable cup.
Gabriel was too cunning.
Thinking of this, Jessica immediately remembered the lip mark on her neck and became even angrier.
Pointing to her neck, she said somewhat embarrassedly, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Gabriel had already understood but pretended not to.
"What on purpose?" he sipped his water.
"Drop your act. You did it on purpose and didn't tell me. Do you know how embarrassed I was when they found out?" she said with anger.
Thinking of that scene, she still felt embarrassed.
But Gabriel, hearing her words, felt a surge of emotion inside but pretended to be nonchalant. "They saw it?"
She answered, "Of course, they even asked about it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known."
The more Jessica thought about it, the angrier she got. "Gabriel, you did it on purpose, didn't you? When did you become so bad and domineering?"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but reach out and hit his chest.
"It hurts. My wound hasn't healed yet, and it's still torn," Gabriel said pitifully.
Jessica was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him. "Stop pretending to be pitiful to trick me. When did you become an actor?"
"Jessica, I'm not lying to you. It really hurts," he said with a painful expression, "And to wait for you to have dinner together, I've been starving, and my stomach has been growling."
Jessica's heart softened as she heard this.
At the same time, she hated herself for always being unable to be tough on him.
He was clearly so annoying and bad, but she couldn't help but feel distressed for him.
"How's your wound? Does it still hurt?" she asked with concern.
Gabriel took her hand and kissed it, then said, "After kissing you, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Smooth talker," she said.
Only she would indulge him; no one else would tolerate his behavior.
His stomach growled again.
Jessica looked at him. "Didn't I tell you to eat by yourself without waiting for me?"
"But I wanted to wait for you," he said.
"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook some for you? What do you want?" she asked.
"No," Gabriel said, then took Jessica's hand. "Let's go out to eat."
"You still have a wound. It's not suitable for you to be out and about. It's better to stay quiet," she said.
"It's okay, I won't die," he said.
After Gabriel finished his sentence, Jessica seemed to be touched.
She quickly reached out, covered his mouth, and sternly warned, "Take it back. You are never allowed to say that word again!"
