Chapter 394 Gabriel, lost in his act
He was all too aware that the consequences of failing to perform convincingly could be unpredictable.
But if he played his part well, he would have the upper hand.
With his eyes closed Gabriel tried to recall the pleasurable moments with Teresa, ignoring the reality of Jocelyn's presence.
Gradually, his fantasy took effect; his breath grew heavier, and his body responded.
Feeling Gabriel's intense kisses and the tense muscles of his body, Jocelyn found herself losing control and passionately responding.
Gabriel, in his mind's embrace with Teresa, was sincere in his actions. Frantically, he began to tear away the restraints on Jocelyn's clothing, and she, even more eagerly, complied with his every move...
When the acting was convincing enough, Gabriel bent to lift Jocelyn but let out a groan instead, and they both tumbled to the floor.
"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Jocelyn asked breathlessly, looking down at Gabriel, who had suddenly fallen to his knees.
"I'm out of strength, can't lift you," he replied with a hazy gaze and a heaving chest. He looked at Jocelyn in his arms, sparks igniting in his eyes.
"Just wait for me a moment. I'll be right back," said Jocelyn, climbing out of Gabriel's embrace and dashing out the door.
As soon as Jocelyn left, Gabriel closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the surge of fury that threatened to break free.
Her voice had snapped him back to reality, pulling him from his thoughts.
It had been a close call, but he managed to maintain his composure.
Soon, he heard Jocelyn's footsteps as she hurried back to him. He composed himself, opening his eyes.
"Gabriel, drink this. It'll give you strength," said Jocelyn, running back with a glass of water, kneeling before him, and bringing the cup to his lips.
Gabriel nodded, taking the glass and drinking deeply.
"How do you feel now, Gabriel? Better?" Jocelyn asked eagerly after watching him drink.
Gabriel closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
Unsure if what Jocelyn had given him was a real antidote, he needed time to assess his recovery.
Sure enough, he felt a gradual change, strength returning to the hand holding the glass.
"Gabriel, how are you feeling? Do you have strength now?" Jocelyn asked again, anxiously watching him motionless on the floor.
Gabriel, with his eyes still closed, nodded and responded slowly, "I feel much better."
"Then, can you try to pick me up..." she started.
Crash!
"Ah!"
Before Jocelyn could finish her sentence, Gabriel's glass shattered against the door frame with a loud noise, the crystal piece breaking in his hand, part of it hitting the floor, with the other piece still gripped tightly.
Jocelyn screamed in shock, and at the very moment her scream ended, Gabriel snatched her by the neck. In a swift motion, he had her pinned against his chest, the jagged edge of the broken glass at her throat...
