Chapter 411 Will You Marry Me?
Jessica was kinda out of it, but she heard him loud and clear.
The crew usually took over public spots or rented places, so the Environmental Management Bureau and other folks would drop by for inspections now and then. Mostly, it was just for show—they'd grab a couple of packs of smokes and bounce. Sometimes, they'd check the actors' IDs.
To dodge any hassle, Jessica always kept her ID in her bag, but since she barely used it, it was stashed away in some hidden pocket.
Jessica quickly ducked her head and dug through her bag for what felt like forever before finally fishing out her ID. She grinned and said, "Got it right here."
She struggled to pull it out with her fingers and then waved it around like a trophy, "Alright, you wanna check me? I'm ready."
Before she could finish, she stumbled forward again.
Gabriel caught Jessica as she fell into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, which was cool from the wind. In a soft, coaxing voice, he said, "In front of you, there have never been so many walls and fortresses. Even if it seemed that way, I never intended to let you and Danielle suffer any grievances. You just never gave me the chance. After two years, I'm asking you again, Jessica, will you marry me?"
Jessica, still groggy, lifted her head from his arms, squinted her eyes, and pointed at him with a fierce look, "Are you gonna pick our grapes? Back when Danielle and I were in the U.S., we had a grapevine in the backyard. Danielle even climbed it once, with her little arms and legs, almost scared me to death. We often had thieves stealing grapes, and I'm warning you, don't pick them."
Gabriel took her raised finger and held it in his palm.
"Will you marry me?" He put her cold hand inside his coat and whispered in her ear.
Jessica wanted to stand up straight to burp, but she couldn't break free from his embrace. Her hand, held by him, was pressed against his warm body through his shirt.
She snuggled into his arms, closed her eyes, and stopped moving, comfortably rubbing her face against his chest. It seemed like she understood, but maybe she didn't. Suddenly, she giggled and said, "Yes."
Gabriel's refined eyebrows moved slightly, and he immediately picked her up, thinking she was walking too unsteadily, and carried her through the door ahead.
Every time she woke up from a hangover, she had a headache, and this time was no exception.
But Jessica slept well. Adequate sleep and a comfortable sleeping environment helped alleviate the headache.
It was already bright outside, but the bedroom curtains were tightly closed, making it dark and quiet, a rare good sleep.
Jessica slept until after eight in the morning, finally waking up due to her internal clock. When she opened her eyes, she thought she was at home and that it was still dark. She reached out to pull Danielle over, but her hand found nothing.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized she was in a different bedroom, obscured by the curtains.
How did she end up on the thirty-second floor of Blue Bay Apartments?
She sat up quickly, fumbled for her phone to check the time, then hurriedly got out of bed and opened the bedroom door.
Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.
But the faint smell of food lingered in the air.
Jessica glanced towards the kitchen, totally confused.
It was already this late, hadn't Gabriel gone to work?
She walked over and, sure enough, there was Mr. Harriman, who should've been at the office, chilling in the kitchen. He was rocking some comfy, loose gray loungewear, calmly whipping up breakfast at the counter.
The whole scene was so chill and natural, it made Jessica wonder if she had somehow traveled back two years.
"How much did I drink last night?" she asked, scratching her messy hair.
She remembered hitting up the barbecue joint last night, but after a bit, everything was a blur.
Gabriel plated the fried eggs and replied coolly, "Do you think you can drink that much?"
Her stomach felt fine, so she probably didn't drink much.
Even though she was drunk, she clearly remembered Gabriel pinning her against the dressing room door at the mall yesterday.
Jessica rubbed her nose, avoiding looking at the tall and handsome Gabriel in the kitchen. She turned to leave but heard Gabriel's voice, "Go wash up."
Jessica was about to respond but felt something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Despite being confused, she decided not to overthink it and planned to leave after washing up. Although her scenes were in the evening, she had a magazine cover shoot with a friend in the afternoon and needed to check some new ad materials at the studio in the morning.
Back in the bedroom, she opened the curtains, letting the rare early winter sunlight in.
Jessica looked outside, then at the bed she had slept in, vague memories flashing through her mind, like being on a main street in the city, going somewhere, but she couldn't piece it together.
After washing up and even washing her hair, she figured she must have been very drunk last night, coming back and crashing without showering. Luckily, the alcohol smell wasn't too strong, and she could take a quick shower at the studio's break room later.
After getting ready, Jessica picked up her phone and bag, ready to bounce.
But as soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, she saw Gabriel bringing out the prepared breakfast, placing it on the table, and gesturing for her to sit, "Have breakfast before you go."
"I have things to do in the afternoon and evening, and I need to go to the studio in the morning to check some materials and have a meeting," Jessica said, trying not to be tempted by the breakfast, looking at the time seriously, "I might not have enough time, so I'll skip eating."
"Come have breakfast first, I'll drive you later, there's enough time."
The aroma from the table was too enticing, and Jessica couldn't figure out Gabriel's seamless tone. She glanced at the two breakfasts and hesitated before sitting down.
Just as she picked up the utensils to eat, she noticed two items nearby.
Earlier, her view was blocked by the plates.
Jessica's mind went blank, the disjointed memories suddenly connected.
Seeing the words "Marriage Certificate," Jessica almost dropped her knife and fork. She stared blankly at the certificate, not daring to touch it.
It wasn't until Gabriel brought over a glass of warm milk and placed it in front of her that Jessica looked up at him.
Gabriel's calm and composed eyes met her almost bulging ones, "Aren't you in a hurry? Why are you daydreaming? Eat up."
