Chapter 147 Challenging His Self-Control Bottom Line at All Times
Falling back a bit dizzy, Jessica looked at Gabriel, who was pressing down on her. First staring blankly, she suddenly smiled and raised her hand to push him away.
"You move. Where's grandfather's wine? Is there any left? I need to find grandfather..."
She said, but her body and wrists couldn't budge an inch, all firmly restrained by him.
"What are you doing?"
Before her voice could rise, it was abruptly silenced by Gabriel 's low kiss.
Jessica immediately froze, not daring to move.
Gabriel's initial kiss was just a brief touch.
But just as their lips met for a second, it turned into a deeper kiss.
At first, it was a tender intertwining, sweet as a first taste of candy, gradually intensifying, his eyes became deep and dark
Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability wasn't Gabriel's style.
But at that moment, things began to spiral out of control.
Just then, Jessica suddenly frowned in discomfort, almost instinctively grabbing the fabric behind him and then pushing him away.
She had just pushed herself half an inch away from him.
"Ugh..."
Sarah, who happened to pass by Gabriel's door, suddenly heard Jessica retching inside, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Sarah knew that the hangover drink Fred had bought on the way back was particularly effective. Besides easing hangovers and stomach aches, it could induce vomiting, getting rid of all the alcohol in the stomach and enhancing the relief effect.
Hearing Jessica's painful retching, Sarah nodded in satisfaction and went out to share the wonderful use of this hangover drink with the other servants.
Jessica kept vomiting into the toilet. She hadn't drunk much, so even after dry heaving a few times, she shouldn't have thrown up this much. But now she had emptied everything she had eaten and drunk that night, feeling a mix of emptiness and bloating in her stomach, kneeling by the toilet in discomfort, groaning in pain.
At eleven o'clock at night in the old Harriman family mansion, Jessica clung to the toilet without letting go.
It wasn't until she finally had nothing left to throw up that she staggered to her feet, feeling smelly again, subconsciously looking for a place to shower.
Squatting on the floor, she couldn't see the showerhead above, the same one Sarah had used to help her shower earlier, from her current angle.
At this moment, all she saw was the huge automatic temperature-controlled massage bathtub nearby. She hurriedly lunged towards it but couldn't sit steadily on the edge of the tub and fell in headfirst.
"Ah!"
Gabriel, holding a glass of warm water, returned to the bathroom and heard Jessica scream.
Entering, he saw the completely drunk Jessica lying in the bathtub in a mess, struggling to sit up. Just as she managed to sit up, she shifted position, feeling uncomfortable with her knees against the massage tub, frowning as she struggled to stand up inside, but stumbled again and fell back in with a cry, "Ah!"
"What is this?"
"Damn it!"
"I don't believe it."
"Ah!"
Gabriel was forced to watch her struggle with the bathtub for three minutes, speechless.
Jessica was so angry in the bathtub that she slapped the edge of the tub hard, struggling and weakly shouting, "Help!"
Gabriel put down the glass, walked over, and lifted her directly.
Seeing Gabriel behind her, Jessica remembered something and said firmly, "I want to take a bath."
"Didn't you just shower?"
She pointed straight at the clean toilet she had unconsciously rinsed off. "Threw up."
"You can't handle it now. Rinse your mouth and shower tomorrow morning." With that, he tried to carry her out directly.
"No, I want to take a bath! I stink!"
As she spoke, she tried to push his hand away and undo her bathrobe.
The Sugar Dad Gabriel, at this moment, felt that this completely unconscious Jessica was challenging his self-control bottom line at all times.
He raised his hand to stop her, veins popping on his forehead. In his hoarse voice, mixed with a hint of sternness, he said, "Stop messing around. I'll call Sarah in!"
Jessica looked at him, puzzled. One hand in his, she swiftly raised the other, as if fearing interruption, and quickly undid her bathrobe's loose belt. "I've undone it!"
She proudly waved the belt in her hand.
Gabriel fell silent.
Jessica didn't know that at this moment, with her bathrobe wide open, her hair, just dried by him, was fluffy and soft, with only a few strands on her forehead damp from vomiting too much.
As she proudly waved her hand, the bathrobe swayed along with her, carrying the scent of body wash on her body, showing several different charms in her drunkenness.
She still stood swaying in the bathtub, and Gabriel suddenly approached, his figure looming over her, his arm supporting her waist, enveloping her in front of him.
The bathroom was brightly lit, and in Jessica's hazy consciousness, all she could see was Gabriel's jawline. His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, then moved up to his dark and calm eyes as if they were swirling ink colors.
It took two hours in the bathroom before Jessica was wrapped in a towel and carried out.
The large towel enveloped her entirely, leaving only a pretty and cute head exposed. She was placed on the bed, drowsy, and Gabriel turned and went back to the bathroom, decisively turning on the shower and taking a cold shower for a full twenty minutes.
Jessica was almost falling asleep when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom. She closed her eyes drowsily, wondering what had happened just now.
It seemed like she had finally taken a bath as she wished, then was pressed into the empty bathtub.
Perched on the edge of the bathtub, Gabriel seized Jessica by the nape of her neck, leaning in to kiss her passionately for what felt like an eternity.
So long that her lips and the root of her tongue tingled with numbness.
Then she struggled a bit; her hand accidentally pressed the automatic valve above the bathtub, and warm water suddenly splashed on her face; she screamed in surprise, struggling to sit up in the tub.
Gabriel then lifted her in an instant, ignoring the continuously flowing water valve, pressed her against the edge of the tub and gave her another dizzying deep kiss with an increasingly intense and unrestrained flavor.
As the water threatened to spill over the tub's edge, Jessica, nearly succumbing to the lingering alcohol in her system, leaned against him. He promptly shut off the water, lifted her from the bath, swathed her in a towel, and carried her back to bed. They had just been soaked in the bathtub for so long. Had they just taken a bath? Why did he suddenly take a shower?
And for so long?
Jessica gradually couldn't keep her eyes open; the sound of water in the bathroom hadn't stopped, and with her head tilted, she fell asleep in a daze.
In a daze, she sensed a gradually approaching danger, but she couldn't open her eyes until Gabriel's arm supported her waist, enveloping her underneath, and she saw the brown eyes that even a twenty-minute cold shower couldn't dilute in the dim light of the night.
