Chapter 97 Gabriel Knows the Truth
With such heavy rain and in a large, dark and empty room, he didn't know if she would be scared and crying. Perhaps she was trembling in worry under the covers as before, unable to sleep peacefully all night.
Thinking about this, Gabriel regretted it even more.
He really shouldn't have slammed the door in a fit of impulse and left her alone in the room.
But as a man, he also had his pride. Since he had already come out, and with such confidence and anger, how could he easily go back?
At the very least, she should have tried to keep him or shown some reluctance to let him go.
Then, he comforted himself, thinking, 'As long as Jessica tries to keep me, comes down to find me, or shows a sign of weakness, I would let go of my grievances and go back immediately.'
However, as Gabriel waited, minutes passed by in complete silence in the stairwell.
‘Could it be that she has already fallen asleep?’ he thought.
Gabriel couldn't sit still, so he strode up the stairs with long steps, treading lightly to the second floor.
Their new bedroom on the second floor was tightly closed at the moment, without a trace of movement.
Gabriel's heart instantly sank.
It seemed that he had overthought it. Perhaps she just watched him leave with her eyes wide open, didn't even get out of bed, and didn't even open the door to take a look, let alone come find him.
The only one who cared was him.
He smiled helplessly and left the second floor.
Since she didn't need him, there was no need for him to cling to her.
Changing into a new outfit, Gabriel went straight to the garage and took out a car.
In the rain, he drove wildly on the deserted road, while making a phone call.
"Are you asleep? Come have a drink."
Quentin glanced at the time, gritted his teeth and replied, "Gabriel, it's 2 a.m., do you think I'm awake?"
"Aren't you always up all night?"
Upon hearing Gabriel's words, Quentin instantly recalled something from before.
It was one morning when the sun shone into the room. Despite the curtains blocking it, the room was already bright. Grace had been awake for a long time, but he had been sleeping.
During that time, Grace had been calling out to him several times, but he was still asleep. In the end, that morning, Grace, who was angry, didn't even have breakfast and went back directly.
The key was that when she left, she went straight to the set, in a desolate and traffic-blocked place. So, for a whole month, they didn't see each other. When Grace returned, Quentin immediately went to apologize.
Grace lay beside him, and she sternly poked his high nose, seriously said, "Quentin, this is your own promise, you are not allowed to stay up late or pull an all-nighter in the future.
"If I catch you at it again, I won't talk to you.
"Besides, at your age, you should take care of yourself. Those handsome guys in our crew are super disciplined every day, controlling their diet to stay in shape and exercising. They do a face mask every morning and evening, they're more dapper than me.
"Quentin, look at yourself." Grace playfully poked his face. "Your skin is sagging, if you don't take care of it, you'll look old."
Quentin immediately frowned. From then on, he really gave up the habit of staying up late and pulling all-nighters, except for work and special circumstances.
"That was before, now I've quit," Quentin replied.
"Stop talking nonsense, come out for a drink," Gabriel said urgently.
Sensing his bad mood, Quentin got up and put on some clothes.
Ten minutes later, Gabriel arrived at the club. He ordered a few bottles of white wine and a bunch of red wine.
When Quentin entered the private room, all he saw was alcohol.
"You called me out in the middle of the night, what's up? You look like you've just been through a breakup."
Quentin walked over, picked up a glass of wine, clinked it with Gabriel's glass, and drank it straight down.
Gabriel sat on the couch, holding his glass in one hand, the other hand loosely resting on the back of the couch.
"Diana ignoring you?" Quentin asked.
"It's not about her."
Quentin became interested, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat down next to Gabriel, "So, it's about Jessica?"
Gabriel ignored him, drank another glass of wine, and then tightened his grip on the glass, saying, "Women are so fickle, one moment they're like little white rabbits, soft and cute, the next they can turn into big tigers, cold and ruthless. Why do they change so quickly?"
He slammed the door and left, and she just let him go without trying to keep him. Thinking about this, Gabriel was filled with regret. After all, he was her husband, did she really have no feelings for him?
"I don't find it surprising at all," Quentin said.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow.
Quentin continued, "If Jessica is only reacting now, she must have endured a lot. No woman can tolerate her husband having another woman outside."
"What if she can tolerate it?"
"If that's the case, there are only two possibilities. Either she loves you too much and doesn't want to lose you, pretending that nothing happened; or she doesn't love you at all, so she doesn't care. Which one do you hope Jessica is?"
After Quentin finished speaking, Gabriel fell into deep thought.
‘Which one?’
He didn't hope for either. He even hoped she would argue, would make a scene. Even if she came to him to accuse him, to demand an explanation, he would feel a bit happier.
But unfortunately, she was so calm, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing his expression, Quentin sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you, but Diana is not suitable for you. Jessica is a better match.
"There are some things I didn't want to get involved in, nor did I intend to tell you, but seeing you like this, I'll let you know. During the last heavy rain, Jessica ran to find Grace, crying. And when she arrived, she was soaked through, looking completely lost and very sad."
The last heavy rain?
Gabriel tried to recall, and soon he remembered.
It was when Diana had an accident, the night he went to the hospital.
He had always thought that Jessica didn't know when he left.
Before leaving, he even thought he had figured out a foolproof plan. As long as he returned to her side early the next morning, he could pretend that nothing had happened.
But he was the fool.
Jessica actually knew everything.
Perhaps, she didn't even fall asleep that night, and knew as soon as he left.
So the next day, she could be so calm and sad, looking at him.
It turned out that the person who broke her heart was him.
The one who did wrong was also him.
It was all him.
If Quentin hadn't said anything, he might not have known until now how cruelly he had hurt her.
That kind of hurt was no less than stabbing her in the chest with a knife, how much pain and suffering she must have endured!
Now, he wanted to go back, couldn't wait to go back, to hold her tightly in his arms.
This time, no matter what she said, how she rejected him, he wouldn't let go.
Before leaving, under the brilliant lights of the hall, Gabriel looked at the suit Quentin was wearing and casually asked, "Where did you get your clothes?"
"They look good, right!" Quentin said somewhat proudly and boastfully. Then he added, "Grace gave them to me. To be precise, Jessica gave them to me."
"What?"
