Chapter 427 Gave Birth to a Child for Me
Seven years ago.
May 11th.
Maple Avenue.
Black Bentley.
Every word Gabriel said made Jessica's eyes widen more and more. She went from shock to confusion, then to disbelief as she looked up at him again. Her lips trembled, unable to form a single word for what felt like forever.
How could it be him?
That day had been a nightmare she never thought would come with any sort of blessing. But every word he said matched the memories she had buried deep.
Jessica's shock lingered. Gabriel sighed and gently patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "It's a miracle, really. I never thought I'd run into the woman who overpowered me seven years ago."
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, and said slowly, "I thought when I found her, I'd make her pay for that night, for making me lose control. Who would've guessed she'd go abroad, have my kid, and even save my life two years ago? So, tell me, what should I do now?"
Jessica's eyelids twitched as she met Gabriel's intense gaze.
"You..." she finally managed to say, her eyes welling up with tears. It was like a wall in her heart had crumbled, and old memories came flooding back.
In the dark car, the air felt warm. Jessica quickly shut the door, knowing no one outside could see them, but still, she ducked down, almost lying on the lap of the stranger in the back seat.
The man seemed to be in pain, his breathing heavy. She couldn't tell if his hand was on his abdomen or stomach, only hearing his cold, emotionless voice, tinged with hoarseness and pain. "Who are you?"
"Please, don't kick me out."
"Someone's chasing me, please, save me, don't make me get out of the car."
"Sir, I beg you."
She pleaded desperately, clutching his pants tightly, seeking support to avoid being thrown out.
The man recoiled at her touch, the heat in the air seemingly coming from his strange fever or her own.
From above came his voice, filled with distance and disgust: "Get out."
Jessica clung tightly to his trousers, trembling as she shrank closer to him. "Someone's chasing me. Please, let me hide in your car for a bit. I'm begging you, sir."
"Get out." His voice was merciless, his painful breathing growing heavier.
Jessica didn't know what was wrong with him. The drug's effects clouded her mind, feeling the same heat from him as from herself. She looked up in the darkness.
She met his eyes, cold and devoid of any intention to help a stranger. His disgust intensified with her touch. She hadn't considered how inappropriate her intrusion was, and the man had already shown considerable restraint by not cursing her, only telling her to get out.
But all her fear had morphed into something else, thanks to the drug.
He was so hot.
Had he taken something too?
It was unbearable, so hot.
Was he suffering too?
How could she stay in his car a little longer?
The clean scent of the man drew her in, and she found the courage to move closer, trembling.
His heavy breathing, laced with suppressed pain, became a fatal attraction, pulling her already foggy mind deeper into the abyss.
Desire surged through her veins, and she couldn't control herself. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Under his cold, angry gaze, she timidly yet longingly embraced him, her voice trembling as she breathed hotly in front of him, "Please, don't kick me out."
She couldn't see the rejection and deep frown in his eyes. Afraid he would speak again to kick her out, afraid Stanley, who was nearby, would hear she was in the car, she lowered her head and bit his lip. As the man reacted with shock and anger, she instinctively pressed him down, holding him tightly. She didn't know whose lip was bitten or whose blood it was, but she couldn't control herself anymore.
If this continued, she felt she would die, tortured to death.
The man seemed to muster great strength through his pain to push her off, trying to open the car door. But she, with red eyes and heavy breathing, climbed back onto him.
"Help me, I'm in pain and it's so hot, please."
"Get out."
"No, don't kick me out, it's burning me."
She kissed him frantically, biting him. As the man grew visibly angrier and more pained, she tore open his shirt buttons, not knowing what to do, only relying on desire and instinct, biting his Adam's apple and collarbone.
In the end, who was in more pain, her or him, she didn't know. As the intense pain hit, the man's hand suddenly lifted, as if wanting to strangle her.
She hastily dodged.
Taking advantage of his temporary weakness from pain, she nestled in his arms, crying and in pain, yet also releasing that terrible, burning desire: "I'm sorry, I don't want to either, but, but I'm in so much pain, I don't know, don't know what to do, I'm sorry."
In the darkness, her clothes were disheveled and the man's clothes were almost the same.
After the hurried end, she trembled as she climbed out of his arms. The heat inside her hadn't subsided, although it hurt, her instincts still wanted to continue.
She didn't know how much drug they had poisoned her, but the instinct to escape made her press against the car door, listening to the outside, then hurriedly got out of the car, not caring about the man she had just "harmed."
Everything that happened in that car that night, everything about that man, Jessica hadn't thought about since she escaped from that car.
She didn't even consciously remember the car's brand, the man's age, or what he was wearing.
The only thing she remembered was those eyes, cold in the darkness, devoid of any warmth, a kind of distance and coldness that made her shiver just thinking about it.
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