Chapter 88 Mr. Harriman, Do You Need Anything Else
Jessica and Gabriel shared a lingering gaze.
Without hesitation, Gabriel swiftly ushered the unsteady woman, who could barely stand, into the room before the adjacent neighbor opened the door, disturbed by Jessica’s knocking.
Caught off guard, Jessica stumbled into the room, swaying as she leaned into his arms the moment the door closed, her head resting on his chest. She quickly tried to step back, straightened up, and then looked up at the tall, imposing Gabriel, glaring at him.
Jessica reeked of alcohol, clearly having had quite a bit to drink.
Gabriel's expression turned cold. "Are you actually drinking?"
Jessica continued to stare at him. After several seconds, she burped unceremoniously in his face.
Faced with Gabriel's instantly chilling gaze, Jessica just smiled ambiguously, bypassed him, and headed inside.
Just as she was about to pass by him, their shoulders brushing, her arm suddenly tightened as Gabriel pulled her back.
Jessica almost lost her balance again, quickly leaning back against the door and looking up at him blankly. "What are you doing?"
"Shoes." Gabriel stood under the light, his voice cool.
Jessica hesitated, then immediately looked down and realized she hadn't taken off her shoes. She chuckled, took off her shoes, put on slippers, and as she passed by him again, she instinctively raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder in gratitude for helping her get in when she didn't have her keys.
But as her hand went up, just before touching his shoulder, she suddenly stopped in mid-air, then lowered her hand and walked directly to the sofa.
Gabriel noticed her sudden hesitation, standing still for a moment.
Jessica slumped on the sofa, appearing drained of all energy. She leaned back, closed her eyes, then fixed them on the ceiling light, unmoving and unblinking, seemingly unperturbed by its brightness.
As she gazed, Gabriel's figure suddenly approached, appearing in her eyes.
Jessica blinked slowly, then grinned at him, rolled her eyes like a lunatic, and sat up straight on the sofa, no longer looking at him.
Gabriel couldn't be bothered to argue with a drunkard. "Is there any hangover drink at home?"
Ignoring him, Jessica suddenly lowered her head, burying it between the sofa back and the cushion as if trying to block out some sound, staying curled up there.
Gabriel picked up the cushion.
Jessica, half-lying on the sofa, raised her hand in the air and fumbled aimlessly. "I'm not drunk; I don't need hangover drink; give it back to me!"
Gabriel didn't give it to her, he threw the cushion heavily onto the opposite sofa, then leaned down to help her sit up, but Jessica suddenly tried to push his hand away forcefully, struggling. "Get away!"
"Stop fooling around. Do you want to go out tomorrow with a headache after drinking so much?" Gabriel pressed down her resisting hand.
Jessica struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Suddenly, she looked up at him, glaring without reservation, and cursed, "Jerk!"
Meeting her gaze, Gabriel's brows furrowed coldly. He hadn't expected to be unjustly cursed.
"You!" Jessica couldn't shake off his grip, both her hands held firmly by his, just staring at him. "You..."
Before she could finish her saying, she felt a surge in her stomach, instinctively retched, desperately trying to break free from his grasp, then looked at him with an expression of distress.
Seeing that she was about to vomit, Gabriel released one of her hands, and was about to help her to the bathroom when Jessica quickly raised a finger to point at her own mouth.
Noticing that her other hand had not been released yet, she became anxious. Then suddenly turned her head, lowered it, and bit his hand directly on the back.
The bite was forceful. Gabriel instantly released her wrist, and Jessica quickly turned and ran into the main bathroom, lifting the toilet lid and retching violently, expelling only alcohol, no food, just alcohol.
Gabriel looked at the clear and distinct teeth marks on the back of his hand, speechless.
While Jessica was vomiting heavily in the bathroom, Gabriel ignored the marks and the faint traces of blood on his hand and messaged Landon, who was nearby in the neighborhood.
Landon acted swiftly, and five minutes later, the hangover drink was delivered.
"Mr. Harriman, do you need anything else?" Landon asked before closing the door.
Gabriel paused for a moment, his tone cold as he dropped a line, "Find out where Jessica has been tonight, and why she drinks so much.."
With that, he closed the door directly.
Jessica, nearly done vomiting, could still smell the unpleasant odor on herself despite her intoxication. She wrinkled her nose in disgust before hurrying into the main bathroom.
Gabriel brought in the hangover drink and prepared to brew it for her.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom. One the other hand, Gabriel had already boiled the water, prepared the hangover drink, and as time passed, the water temperature gradually cooled.
However, Jessica had not finished washing up and had not come out of the bathroom.
After waiting for about seven to eight minutes, nearly half an hour had passed since Jessica entered the bathroom.
Gabriel walked back to the main bedroom, hearing the sound of the shower still running inside, but there was no other noise.
He knocked on the door. "Finish up and come out, drink the hangover drink before sleeping."
There was still only the sound of water in response.
"Jessica?"
Still no response.
Gabriel pondered for two seconds, then opened the door.
As he walked in, he saw that Jessica had already finished bathing and changed into clean clothes. She was sitting on the dressing stool against the wall, asleep. The shower in the partitioned bathroom was forgotten, water had spilled out quite a bit.
The room was a mess, yet she appeared peaceful sitting there, asleep, occasionally pursing her lips. Her half-wet hair hung on her shoulder, with a few strands clinging to her neck.
Jessica uncomfortably raised her hand to scratch her neck, the skin too tender and sensitive from the long hot shower, leaving red marks with just a few scratches.
Uncomfortable leaning against the wall, Jessica furrowed her brow, shifted her head to the side, and in an instant, her body slumped down.
Gabriel walked in, turned off the shower, and at that moment, as he glanced back, he quickly reached out to catch her.
Jessica's head had just nestled against his chest when she comfortably rubbed her cheek against his chest, lifted her arm to wrap around his neck, found a more comfortable position, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
The humid bathroom, added to Jessica’s wet hair, it wasn't good for her to continue sleeping there.
Gabriel picked her up horizontally, carried her out of the bathroom, and placed her on the bed in the main bedroom before turning to get the hangover drink for her.
In the blink of an eye, Jessica abruptly sat up from the bed, her partially wet hair flowing behind her, following him closely wherever he went.
