Chapter 441 In His Deep Gaze
Gabriel moved in closer, his eyes blazing with aggression.
The tension ramped up. Jessica swallowed hard, thinking about saying something random to break the ice. But Gabriel didn't give her a chance. He was already over her, one arm propped beside her waist, pinning her down.
The bedroom lights were bright. Jessica's towel barely covered her, and now, under the blanket and Gabriel, her exposed neck looked super tempting. Her wet hair fanned out on the pillow. She glanced up, catching sight of Gabriel's chiseled jawline and the subtle movement of his throat.
Her eyes slowly traveled up, meeting the fire in his deep eyes, desire swirling in his pupils.
The first snow of the year hit Xyleria early. It started snowing sometime during the night, and by morning, snow had settled on the branches.
The light outside was still dim, dawn colors lingering. Jessica turned over in the blanket. It had been a while since she had been intimate, and even though she had just bathed, she still felt uncomfortable all over. She lay still on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom. When the water stopped, she half-opened her eyes in a daze, her consciousness slowly returning as she saw Gabriel walk out of the bathroom.
She smelled the same shower gel on her body as on his, a pleasant, cool, and light scent, probably fir. Even the slightly swollen areas felt much cooler and more soothing.
Knowing Gabriel's stamina, she knew if he realized she was awake, their night might continue indefinitely. She quickly, and what she hoped appeared naturally, rolled over, feigning sleep.
But Gabriel, still carrying that fir scent, lifted the blanket and lay down beside her. He covered her half-exposed, tanned leg and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Jessica tried to keep up the act, staying still. But Gabriel first held her, gently kissing her hairline, her forehead, her eyes, and her nose, feather-light kisses that made her heart race, making it impossible to pretend to sleep. Finally, unable to resist, she opened her eyes, and Gabriel suddenly sealed her lips with a gentle kiss.
"Still asleep?" Gabriel asked with a low, hoarse laugh, his lips against hers.
Jessica quickly found herself melting into the tenderness, losing herself in it.
What awaited her wasn't the sudden brightness of dawn but Gabriel lifting her onto him. She lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, and then she was once again lost in his dominant tenderness.
The sky had fully brightened at some point. Jessica began to struggle faintly in Gabriel's arms, fearing that if this continued, she might not survive this "wedding night" in the truest sense.
She turned over and sat up on him, looking down at Gabriel, whose eyes were still filled with desire. Jessica was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, torn between wanting to beg for mercy and the irresistible urge to kiss Gabriel, who looked particularly tempting at that moment.
In the quiet room, Jessica's ears turned red. She suddenly leaned down to kiss him, and Gabriel took the chance to flip her back onto the bed.
By the time the sound of water came from the bathroom again, it was already past nine in the morning.
Sarah, being super considerate, didn't come to wake them up or bring breakfast, waiting for them to wake up and head to the front hall for their meal.
In the front hall, breakfast time had just passed. Danielle, already fed, was looking out, wondering why Gabriel and Jessica hadn't come down for breakfast yet. Fred had already cleared away the breakfast.
Michael was in high spirits today, asking Fred to prepare paper and pen, insisting on teaching Danielle how to write with a fountain pen.
"I've dreamed of this," he announced. "Teaching my great-grandchild chess and calligraphy, just like my great-grandfather taught me. Our heritage is rich; children should learn these things young. It builds character." He proceeded to introduce Danielle to the fountain pen.
Seraphina had found a comfy guest room to rest in last night, not returning to the master bedroom she had slept in over twenty years ago. She was in good spirits, her neatly styled white hair and gold-rimmed glasses making her look particularly elegant and dignified. She sipped tea while watching Danielle.
"Really, Michael, it's the 21st century. This is hardly age-appropriate. And Danielle's a girl, not a boy. You can't raise her like Gabriel and Nicholas. Children should have a happy, carefree childhood. Only an old fuddy-duddy like you would insist on this." Seraphina said, rolling her eyes at Michael, clearly disapproving.
"Old fuddy-duddy? I'll have you know, children clamor for my lessons." Michael harrumphed. "My grandsons turned out just fine under my strict guidance."
Seraphina put down her teacup, her voice icy. "You'd better not lay a hand on Danielle."
Michael looked down at Danielle, who was curiously playing with the fountain pen, his expression softening. He resisted the urge to pick her up and kiss her, huffing without saying more. It was clear that not only could he not bear to be too harsh on little Danielle, but if anyone else dared to touch her, he would fight them endlessly.
"Michael, there's a package for you," Fred said, coming in from outside and placing a document package down.
"A package? What package?" Michael patted Danielle's head, letting her play with the pen, and walked over to take the document package. Opening it, he found a paternity test result for Gabriel and Danielle.
Seeing the result confirming that Danielle was indeed Gabriel's biological daughter, Michael couldn't hide his joy but immediately put on a serious face, saying, "I don't need this to recognize my great-granddaughter. Why send it to the Harriman family?"
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