Chapter 229 Do You Know What You're Doing? Hmm?
Chapter 229 Do You Know What You're Doing? Hmm?
Jessica was forced into an embrace that was unusually warm and impossible to ignore.
She neither resisted nor struggle. Although she didn't regret, she truly didn't know what to do next.
Gabriel, sitting in front of her, clearly didn't give her a chance to think. He almost took away all her breath, one hand gripping her waist, the other holding the back of her neck, pressing his forehead against hers, not letting her go, and giving her no room for regret. His dark eyes gazed into hers in the dim car, seeing into her clear and brave yet slightly nervous eyes.
Despite not having that kind of coffee, perhaps due to the atmosphere or the few drinks she had earlier, although she wasn't drunk, her body temperature gradually rose under his intense gaze in the darkness.
Gabriel suddenly let out a barely perceptible short laugh from his chest, low and sexy. Jessica inexplicably felt her whole body go soft.
Caught in her nervousness, she suddenly went limp, and Gabriel pulled her closer. Instinctively, she raised her hand to support herself, but in her panic, her hand landed on his shoulder, and her body completely fell into his arms.
Gabriel didn't seem to be in any hurry, not worried at all that Wayne might come back at any moment. As she fell onto his shoulder, he effortlessly planted a kiss in the crook of her neck.
Jessica couldn't help but shiver, their body temperatures even hotter than a second ago.
"Jessica." Gabriel was particularly unrestrained at this moment, his hand gripping her waist with considerable force. As he squeezed her waist, his deep voice sounded in her ear, with a tone that felt unfamiliar and fierce, yet hoarse beyond belief. "Do you know what you're doing?Hm?"
That final note sounded like a strong warning, but more like a bewitching instrument, making Jessica's already non-existent resistance completely melt into soft water.
Almost instinctively, she suddenly grabbed the fabric on Gabriel's shoulder, sitting in his lap, lowering her head, and meeting his eyes in the darkness.
Looking at Gabriel's face so close, she had a moment of distraction.
In that brief moment of distraction, Gabriel no longer gave her any chance or room for regret.
Wayne took an unusually long time to buy his cigarettes, and never came back.
Inside the car, neck entwined kisses.
The heavy breathing made people blush and their heart beat faster.
Neither had any intention of letting go.
Her shoulder felt a chill, and even though the car's air conditioning was warm enough, Jessica still shivered unexpectedly.
Gabriel's arms around her were scorching, with an irresistible strength.
Her coat and loose, soft sweater were pushed down to her waist.
Her face flushed, and her clear eyes gazed at him. Her long, thick eyelashes like feathers, like fallen leaves, casting a trembling shadow from the distant streetlights outside the car window.
Gabriel indeed had no intention of letting her go, but Jessica, unafraid, raised her hand to wrap around his neck.
Jessica's unique scent lingered in his nose. She leaned in close to his ear. "Can you turn up the temperature of the air conditioning? It's a bit cold."
Her voice was very light, almost a whisper.
In the middle of the back seat was a spare remote control. With one arm holding her, Gabriel turned his head to kiss her repeatedly, while the other hand adjusted the car's temperature higher.
Two streetlights nearby were out, and only a distant streetlight provided some faint illumination. The car was very dark, almost pitch black, and no one spoke.
In the past, Jessica never thought she would make love in a car twice in a row.
Ever since Linda killed her mother and married into the Jenner family, one-year-old Jessica, who had just started to babble, had no idea of what her future held.
For over a decade, she lived in her own home, yet endured a life worse than that of a servant. At least the servants had fixed rooms to rest in; she only had the damp attic on the roof of the Jenner family house. It was humid in the summer and cold in the winter. For over ten years, she slept in that room holding her mother's photo and belongings.
By the age of fifteen, she had grown into a graceful young lady, standing about 5.4 feet tall, barely fitting into her mother's clothes.
The first time she won a national dance competition, she wore her mother's dance costume.
The first time she participated in an international competition, she wore her mother's clothes on the way to the event.
Linda couldn't stand it; she beat and scold her, throwing away the suitcase containing her mother's belongings time and again, only for Jessica to retrieve it each time.
To play the role of a good mother in front of Eugene, Linda couldn't go too far in the Jenner family, but she still put on a show. When she noticed Jessica's attachment to her mother's belongings, Linda stopped throwing them away and instead helped hang up the photos and carefully stored the clothes in the wardrobe. Eugene praised Linda's magnanimity, while Jessica just sat in the corner of the bed, watching indifferently.
She was too young, unable to struggle or resist, and could only watch quietly.
Young Trinity, just like now, seemed particularly well-behaved and likable. Jessica naively thought Trinity had no ill intentions. They grew up together, but no matter what, Eugene's slaps always landed on Jessica's face alone. Even if Trinity harmed small animals, faked her academic records, or secretly dated early, she was never wrong. Even if Trinity had a crush on Jessica's childhood friend Keegan, even if Jessica almost died at the hands of Linda and Trinity, Eugene never showed her a shred of pity—not even pity, let alone paternal affection.
Five years ago, on that chaotic and confusing night, she couldn't remember exactly what she did.
She only remembered that the car was as spacious as this Bentley, with leather seats that felt very expensive to the touch.
In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only vaguely hearing his weak and troubled voice. The man had a faint smell of alcohol, but he seemed very weak and haggard, pressing on his stomach as if in great discomfort.
At that moment, she wondered if he suffered from a severe stomach ailment that had worsened by drinking. He seemed to be in real pain, with even his breathing betraying his struggle. When he warned her to get out of the car, his voice was tight and low with pain. He seemed to be waiting for someone to bring medicine or something; she didn't know and couldn't remember clearly.
At that moment, she thought she was saved. The man didn't have the strength to kick her out, so she could hide in the car for a while.
But later, she couldn't hold back, couldn't control herself.
In the car, she stared at the man filled with displeasure and coldness in the darkness, and then she turned over and pinned him down.
