Chapter 391 Want You to Die
As soon as Natalie spoke, Brad gasped, unsure of how to respond.
But the next second, the person pretending to be dead on the bed couldn't help but sit up.
"You want me to die?"
Gabriel's chest heaved, not sure if it was from holding his breath or from anger.
He had barely woken up, hadn't been killed by the car, but almost got angered to death by Natalie.
When he first woke up, Brad vividly described Natalie's worry and despair.
He felt the fire of life reignite in his body, thinking his suffering wasn't in vain.
Unfortunately, he didn't get to see how heartbroken Natalie was for him.
So he came up with this idea to play dead.
Maybe he could use this opportunity to reconcile.
And what happened?
She immediately wanted to book a funeral home for him.
He couldn't take this.
Natalie stood there, her face calm, arms crossed, looking at him.
"So, you're not dead yet?"
Gabriel was silent.
The tender moment he imagined didn't happen.
She knew he wasn't dead, but why did she look a bit disappointed?
Gabriel's jaw tightened, his gloomy eyes showing some grievance, the corners of his eyes gradually reddening, silently looking at her, not saying another word.
Natalie was silent for a second, her heart softening, retracting her mocking gaze.
"Gabriel, I'm glad you're not dead."
She was genuinely happy.
As soon as she spoke, Gabriel smiled, and the previous gloom had never existed.
He reached out, pulling her arm into his embrace.
Natalie didn't expect him to be so strong despite being ill, and without any defense, she fell into his arms.
The cold mint scent on him instantly overwhelmed her senses, his heartbeat strong.
Her eyes involuntarily reddened.
Realizing he was holding her tightly, afraid of hurting his wound, she didn't resist.
Gabriel gently patted her head and slowly said, "I almost didn't get to see you."
To him, that was the most regrettable thing.
After a few seconds of silence, his heartbeat quickened, the warmth fading, and Natalie rolled her eyes helplessly.
"Not much longer, do you want me to make a move?"
Gabriel reluctantly let go.
He smiled, his face pale and weak.
"Yeah, I'm no match for you now."
Brad stood at the door, unsure whether to leave or stay.
No one cared about him. Gabriel and Natalie's eyes both turned to him, Gabriel's sharp, cold gaze dangerously predatory.
Brad twitched his mouth, he didn't mean to.
"Sorry, just pretend I'm not here!"
Saying that, he lowered his head to leave, but Natalie stopped him.
"Wait."
Brad inwardly groaned.
Looking back, Natalie had stepped back a few paces, putting some distance between her and Gabriel.
She looked at him with a cold, scrutinizing gaze.
"When you called me, what did you mean?"
Brad paused, glancing at Gabriel, who had no intention of helping and even wanted to distance himself.
Brad forced a very reluctant smile.
"I didn't finish my sentence. What I meant was Mr. Kensington woke up and wants to be discharged."
He racked his brains to come up with this lie.
Natalie smiled, looking at Gabriel.
"Do you want to be discharged?"
Gabriel was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"It's inconvenient for me to work here; I need to go home."
He looked serious, not joking.
Natalie pondered and nodded, thinking that with professional care at home, he might recover faster.
"Take care then."
She said, intending not to disturb his discharge.
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