Chapter 75 The Clear and Cold Fragrance of a Man.
"As long as your brother is alive, he doesn't need me to worry about him. When he was studying in the United States, he lived on his own for several years and didn't starve to death." The old man's expression improved when Gabriel was mentioned.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? In that case, did my brother become a master chef during those years he lived outside?"
The old man took a sip of soup, remaining silent. He probably hadn't tasted Gabriel's cooking skills firsthand so that he couldn't comment.
"In my lifetime, I don't know if I'll ever get to eat a meal cooked by my brother," Nicholas said as he chewed on a piece of sauce-covered grilled spare ribs, making sounds of approval. "Even just a bowl of noodles would be fine."
Michael Harriman coldly snorted. "Do you know how busy Gabriel is all the time? Do you want him to put aside his work at the company to cook noodles for you?"
"It's just a bowl of noodles." Nicholas scoffed. He hadn't come back for a while, and who knew how carefree he was outside?"
Nicholas drank some soup and silently let out a sigh of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
At least he had seen his older brother sitting next to his sister-in-law with his own eyes. Not only that, but they casually and affectionately called each other by their first names and even brewed love fruit tea. His brother was truly living the good life.
This mighty Harriman family, however, was riddled with dangers at every step. One wrong move could lead to catastrophe. It was no wonder Gabriel wasn't in a rush to come back. On one hand, there was the gentle and sweet land of tenderness; on the other, there was the bloodless battlefield. He had been fighting alone within the Harriman Group for so many years, and it was rare for him to take a break. There was really no need to disturb him.
It was tough for Nicholas himself.
The well-known cool and handsome guy from the medical school, Nicholas, was caught by the old man and forced to take over a struggling entertainment investment company. Every day, he had to report to the picturesque office building by the river.
The old man would constantly nag in his ear if he didn't go. The people beneath him would call him Mr. Harriman all day.
It took a few days to correct the group, and they were only allowed to call him "second young master" instead of Mr. Harriman.
On the other hand, Jessica, who had just enjoyed the grilled pork ribs made by Gabriel, was full and satisfied.
Currently, she had to wear a cervical fixation device and couldn't move freely, she basically half-disabled. Her only fighting power lay in her mind.
Although her appetite was not as small as that of other female artists but within a normal and healthy range, today she indeed ate a little too much, which caused her to walk back and forth in her room several times.
Finally, after enduring that huge thing all day, she could remove it and bathe before going to sleep.
After taking it off, it would be fine as long as she didn't move her neck, but how could she not move it?
She could simply wash her body with water, rinsing the foam from her shoulders. Although it was a simple wash, at least she could clean herself. But how could she wash her hair?
She didn't wash her hair last night, and if she didn't clean it today, she suspected she would get pimples on her scalp. Danielle's very creative painting came to mind at the right moment.
Gabriel gave up the bedroom for her to take a bath, coming out to see Danielle sitting on the sofa, holding an intelligent doll and singing children's songs.
" Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," the smart doll spoke with a sweet yet mechanical voice.
Danielle followed along seriously, saying, " Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Gabriel was about to go over when suddenly the door, which he had conveniently closed behind him, was pulled open from inside.
Jessica stood in the bedroom, wearing her sleep gown that she hadn't changed out of yet, looking at him with a direct gaze, as if she had something to say.
Gabriel glanced at the bedroom, where the lights were on, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jessica cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "I can't lower my head, so I can't wash my hair by myself."
Gabriel understood her meaning, looked at her for a moment, and without saying much, walked straight in.
Jessica hurriedly followed.
The bathroom wasn't very big. Normally, she felt it was sufficient when she was bathing and grooming alone, but suddenly, with two people inside and the frosted glass door as a partition, the space became much smaller.
Jessica stood under the shower, without the intention of undressing. She planned to have him help wash her hair while she kept her clothes on. After washing, she would remove and clean her wet clothes.
In order to avoid the exposure and embarrassment of being soaked, and to prevent any ambiguity, it was necessary for her to stay straight. However, what she thought was only what she thought.
Jessica, who was 1.68 meters tall, was not considered short, but Gabriel was much taller than her. When he held the showerhead above her head to help wet her hair, she didn't need to lower her head and endure the pain. She simply stood up straight.
However, in such a narrow space, the shower water quickly turned the bathroom into a misty haze. Jessica stood stiffly and faced him without moving. She tried to focus on her nose and heart, but the man was right in front of her, inevitably getting closer as he rinsed her hair. The showerhead also sprayed water on the back of her head.
The distance between them narrowed, and Jessica faced him. Her nose bumped into his clothes several times, and the clean and cool scent from his body made her a bit dizzy.
It was strange. Clearly, the body wash he used at her house was just something she randomly bought at the supermarket, and it wasn't expensive. Was the men's body wash that cost only seventy or eighty dollars really that pleasant smelling?
Every time she smelled it, she felt it was special, but it seemed to be more than just the scent of body wash. Jessica unconsciously moved her nose, which had already touched his clothes, closer, concentrating on analyzing where this pleasant smell came from.
Could it be the scent of the laundry detergent in her house?
No, that wasn’t right.
He couldn't have sprayed any men's cologne in her house, and she didn't have that kind of stuff at home.
But it smelled so good, like the clean and cool scent in the air when the thin mist hadn't dissipated in the early morning.
The water from the showerhead, which had been pouring on the back of her head, suddenly stopped. She was stunned for a moment, then lifted her head from the man's embrace and met the man's gaze, as he was silently looking into her eyes.
What was she doing?
Jessica quickly moved her head back, raised her hand to touch her wet hair, and calmly pointed her finger at the shelf beside her, babbling, "The bottle on the top, the white shampoo, is mine."
Gabriel didn't move, he just looked at her with deep eyes.
When Jessica's gaze dodged, she hurriedly urged, "The one in the middle of the top shelf, if you don't want to wash it for me, just hand it over to me, I can wash it myself."
The man put the showerhead aside. Before her words fell silent, intentionally or not, his long arm reached over her neck and took the shampoo on the shelf next to Jessica.
