Chapter 527 Nervous for Her, Worried for Her
"Celia," he began, his deep voice sounding slightly hoarse in the night, "It's getting late, you should rest early."
"Aren't you coming home?"
"I have something to take care of, you go to sleep first."
Before Celia could ask what he was going to do, the roar of a motorcycle was already fading into the distance.
In less than a minute, his figure quickly disappeared into the night.
"Francis."
Celia called out a few times, then stopped.
It was already past eleven o'clock at night.
In front of Jessica was a table full of sumptuous dishes, and Louie had already replaced her cold coffee with hot coffee several times.
"Mrs. Walton, the coffee has gone cold. Let me get you another hot cup!"
"Wait a bit, let's wait until he arrives," Jessica replied.
Louie was puzzled for a moment but quickly realized that the "he" Jessica referred to was Gabriel.
"Mrs. Walton, it's already past eleven. Will Mr. Walton come?"
Looking up at the full moon overhead, Jessica nodded, "He might be late, but I believe he will come."
Noticing the hopeful look on Jessica's face, Louie opened his mouth but held back his words, wondering what Mrs. Walton would do if Mr. Walton didn't show up.
"Alright, I'll wait for Mr. Walton to arrive and pour you both a hot cup of coffee."
In the end, Louie changed his words.
Time flowed silently.
Jessica didn't look at her phone or her watch.
She had only one belief in her heart, 'Gabriel, you will come, right? I believe you will come.'
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Jessica glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, then reached out and gently turned it off.
It was the 11:55 PM alarm.
She had set it herself.
If the alarm went off and he hadn't arrived, it meant she had probably lost the bet.
But even if she lost, she wanted to wait out the last five minutes.
Jessica placed her hand on her belly, "Baby, do you think your dad will come?"
"Does your dad not want us anymore?"
Her heart felt blocked and sour, and she had an urge to cry.
She had already lost hope.
At this moment, the phone rang again.
It was the 11:59 PM alarm.
"Baby, it seems your dad isn't coming. We've lost."
"Don't worry, even if your dad doesn't come, I will be with you."
At this moment, Jessica stood up from her chair and said, "Louie, go lock the door!"
Jessica got up and was about to turn and go inside.
Suddenly, the door was flung open with great force.
And Francis's tall and familiar figure entered through the door.
He stood in the moonlight, dusty and with disheveled hair, looking nothing like his usual handsome self.
But the moment she saw him, Jessica thought he looked very handsome.
"Gabriel."
Unable to help herself, Jessica called out and immediately ran over.
She stopped only when she stood in front of him.
Looking up, she gazed at his familiar face, trying hard to suppress the trembling in her heart, and calmly said, "You came?"
"Yes, I came."
"But you..." Jessica choked up halfway, "Didn't you say you wouldn't come?"
Under the moonlight, Francis quietly looked at her.
His eyes were calm and profound, captivating you with just one look, making it impossible to look away.
He didn't speak, but his handsome face was bathed in the moonlight, looking both beautiful and perfect.
After a while, he lightly parted his thin lips and slowly spoke.
"Didn't you say you would wait for me until I came?"
Jessica replied, "But you're already late."
"I did say I would wait for you, but I also said it would be before midnight tonight."
Hearing her response, Francis smiled.
That smile, under the moonlight, had an extraordinary beauty.
Jessica confessed, she softened once more.
Her heart was also stirred, beating rapidly.
No matter how many years passed, whether he had lost his memory or not, whether he was Francis or Gabriel.
As long as it was him, she had no resistance to him.
Whether he showed up or not, she lost completely.
At this moment, Francis's smile faded, and he replied, "You miscalculated."
"I wasn't late. You said midnight, but when I opened the door, it was still yesterday."
"How do you know?"
Francis raised his watch, "I estimated the time. When I pushed this door, there were ten seconds left before midnight, so I wasn't late."
At that moment, Jessica smiled.
Her smile was gentle and beautiful, radiant and charming, more captivating than the blooming flowers in the courtyard.
"Alright, you weren't late."
With a clear voice, Jessica walked towards the inner room first.
Behind her, Francis's footsteps immediately followed.
Jessica looked at the dishes on the table, "The food is cold. I'll have someone heat it for you."
"No need," Francis said, "I'll just have some hot coffee."
"Okay," Jessica nodded.
Louie stepped forward and filled both Jessica's and Francis's cups with hot coffee.
Then, Louie closed the door, and soon the room was left with just Jessica and Francis.
Time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with tranquility and warmth.
Jessica and Francis silently drank their hot coffee.
"The food on the table is cold. Did you eat?" Francis asked.
"I had some."
"And you? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Jessica picked up her cup, about to drink her coffee.
Suddenly, perhaps because she didn't hold it steady, the entire cup of coffee spilled, all over her.
At that moment, Francis almost instinctively got up and rushed over.
He placed the cup down with one hand and quickly grabbed Jessica's hand with the other, anxiously asking, "How is it? Let me see, did you get burned?"
Jessica didn't let him see, pulling her hand back.
Jessica softly said, "Didn't you say you have a fiancée? Isn't this inappropriate?"
"Let me see your hand," Francis insisted.
Jessica still pulled her hand back, not letting him see.
But he forcefully grabbed her hand and carefully examined it.
"It's all red. As a pregnant woman, don't you know you need to take care of yourself? It seems like every time I see you, you're in some kind of trouble."
Being scolded, Jessica's nose turned red, and she suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.
She pulled her hand back and said sadly, "It's none of your business, let go of me!"