Chapter 283 His Shirt, Her Blood Boiling.
Jessica locked eyes with Gabriel and knew she was caught. She quickly shut the door, spun around, and dashed back to the bedroom in the lounge. She threw herself onto the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to remind herself to stay calm.
Earlier, she thought she’d just sit in the car downstairs for a bit.
But now, here she was, sneaking into Gabriel's office. He was just next door. She could even crack the door open and listen to him work. What more could she want?
Maybe it was the alcohol giving her courage, or maybe she had to admit she’d been drawn to Gabriel for a long time.
Lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she suddenly remembered she’d forgotten to bring that white nightgown.
Jessica thought, 'What were you thinking?'
'Gabriel's working overtime at the office!'
'This isn’t Blue Bay Apartments!'
'Jessica!'
'Stop your wild thoughts!'
Tossing and turning restlessly upon the bed, she burrowed into her pillow, her mind racing. She wasn't intoxicated, having only imbibed a small amount of alcohol. But the clearer her mind, the more she thought of Gabriel holding her under the streetlights during the first snow in Xyleria, his voice light, sexy, and incredibly seductive as he mentioned the white nightgown.
She grabbed the pillow and pressed it hard against her head, thinking of the look Gabriel had given her earlier. She felt inexplicably happy and excited, unable to stop herself from rolling around on the bed. Finally, she hugged the pillow and forced herself to calm down.
The door to the lounge opened, and Gabriel, standing tall, walked in to see Jessica, who had accidentally fallen asleep while trying to calm herself.
Jessica was hugging a pillow, just like Danielle hugged her doll at home. Her long hair was spread out smoothly, her eyes closed, and there was a faint scent of alcohol on her, sleeping soundly.
Glancing at the two empty beer cans on the kitchen island, Gabriel noted that the alcohol content was low, more like a beverage with a kick, not enough to get her drunk.
Why was she drinking?
Gabriel walked over to look at the items in the shopping bag. There were two microwaveable meals abandoned inside, and the island was set up with oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, eggs, and vegetables, as if a little woman had come over to live.
Gabriel sighed with a smile, returned to the bed, took off Jessica's slippers, leaned over to take the pillow from her arms, adjusted her to a comfortable lying position, and covered her with a blanket, smoothing her hair.
In her sleep, Jessica mumbled something, then instinctively reached out to hug the pillow again, clearly used to sleeping with Danielle.
Gabriel didn’t fight her for it, letting her take the pillow and hug it contentedly as she turned over in the blanket.
Jessica embodies multifaceted allure.
She could be a strong rose standing alone to seek justice, or she could be a delicate flower, sleeping peacefully and ready to be cherished at any moment.
Gabriel tucked her hair behind her ears, glanced at her again, and hearing the sound from the computer outside, got up and returned to the office.
Jessica, though deeply asleep, had only accidentally dozed off. The surroundings were unfamiliar, so despite the quiet, she woke up suddenly after less than two hours.
She stared at the chandelier in the lounge for a while and thought, 'How did I fall asleep? When did I turn off the light?'
After being dazed for a bit, she quickly got up, grabbed her phone, and checked the time.
It was already eleven o'clock.
She lay back down for a moment, then slowly got up, walked to the window in the lounge, and looked out. The window faced Blue Bay Apartments, and she could see the lights on the thirty-first floor where she lived.
It was so late, Caroline had probably already put Danielle to bed.
Jessica stood by the window for a long time, then turned to open the lounge door, looking at Gabriel, who, despite working for so long, still sat straight as a pine behind his desk. She asked, "Not done yet? Are you going to pull an all-nighter?"
Gabriel turned to her. Jessica had just woken up, her hair a bit messy, leaning lazily against the door, looking a bit sulky as if she had been neglected for a long time.
"Almost," Gabriel's voice was particularly clear in the night office. "I can finish before midnight. I promised to spend the whole day with you tomorrow, and I won't break my word. Go back to sleep."
So after midnight, it would be tomorrow, and he would be hers for twenty-four hours?
Though he didn't say much, Jessica was instantly comforted. She quickly closed the door and stood there dazed for a while.
Midnight.
There were still over forty minutes until midnight.
What should she do for these forty minutes?
After a moment, Jessica went into the bathroom in the lounge, saw the bathtub, and noticed there were plenty of bath supplies.
She didn't know what she was thinking, but she followed her heart, sat by the bathtub, filled it with water, and took a bath.
After soaking for nearly half an hour, she checked the time again.
Eleven fifty.
For the first time, she felt that ten minutes seemed very long and torturous.
She got out of the bathtub, paused, and looked at her clothes.
She hadn't brought a change of clothes.
Standing there for nearly half a minute, she suddenly turned to the direction of the walk-in closet in the lounge, wrapped in a towel, barefoot on the soft carpet. She opened the closet door and saw it was filled mostly with shirts and suits.
The closet lights came on, and Jessica walked over, her fingers, softened by the bathwater, lightly brushing over each expensive shirt, picking and looking at each one.
Finally, she picked a white shirt and held it up to herself.
Given Gabriel's height, any shirt of his would cover her legs. She found that he had mostly white shirts, followed by black and gray, like the gray one he wore today, which she couldn't help but admire several times in the office.
No wonder Wayne said that apart from cleaner, the executive floor was all male staff. Lori was probably an exception. If there were other women on this floor, how could they work calmly facing a boss like Gabriel every day?
Like her.
She wasn't calm at all right now.
Holding that shirt, she even felt a bit excited.
