Chapter 402
Chapter 402: He’s Thinking Too Much Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the bar, the deafening beat of the music exploded through the speakers as men and women shuffled through the crowd, looking for their prey to vent the emptiness and loneliness in their hearts.
On the dance floor, women in revealing clothes twisted their waists and hips as excitement built at the high-strung venue.
Gabriel was sitting at the bar counter, already drunk quite a lot of wine. His deep and dark eyes betrayed his slightly intoxicated state, making his usually cold face look even more charming under the colorful lights.
Ahandsome face in an expensive suit and an expensive watch — it was obvious he was no ordinary person in society and numerous women have had their eyes on him.
Ascantily dressed woman approached him, placing one of her hands adorned with brightly colored on his shoulder. Her curvy figure slid around him to sit on the high stool beside him. “Sir, let's have a drink together.”NôvelDrama.Org content.
Gabriel turned a deaf ear to her words as he pushed the hand on his shoulder away and finished the wine in his glass in one gulp. He took out a stack of cash from his wallet and threw it on the bar counter. Then, he picked up his coat and staggered out of the bar.
The woman did not give up and wanted to chase after him. But the bartender kindly reminded her that that man was not to be trifled with. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”
The woman bit her bright red lips, unwilling to give up but also afraid that she could not afford to offend him. After thinking about it again, she decided to move on, turning around and rejoining the crowd to look for her next prey.
After leaving the bar, things felt much quieter. Gabriel took a while to get his car.
Since it was the middle of the night, the road was relatively quiet and clear of cars and pedestrians. Gabriel did not want to see her, so he did not want to go home so he drove aimlessly.
He must have drunk too much because his head felt like it was going to explode. He parked the car by the roadside with a screech and leaned back in his seat, holding his forehead with one hand.
If it weren’t for the photos that Caleb had sent him, he would have apologized to Serenity and told her that he shouldn’t have made her quit her job without her consent.
He was willing to ease her anger except for when it came to Diana and Sam because they almost made him lose her, so he would not be soft-hearted.
But the photos Caleb sent him had completely sobered him up. He seemed to have been too indulgent towards her, to the point that she was still entangled with other men despite being Mrs. Jones.
He did not deny that he liked her. But when did it start? He closed his eyes and thought about it. It was probably when she celebrated his birthday with him.
It was his first birthday in six years. Although it was a simple day with no banquet or guests, the casual initiative she took filled the loneliness in his heart.
John had wiped Serenity’s sleeves with a tissue as the latter looked at him intently. John’s gaze was gentle as he stroked the stray strands of hair on her temples as if he were protecting a rare treasure.
John kissed her eyes affectionately through the back of his hand.
The atmosphere between the two people in the photos was clearly captured.
Someone had sent a photo of the two of them to the magazine and requested for them to be published. At that time, his first thought was that someone was targeting John by using Serenity as the victim.
Afraid of wrongly accusing his wife, Gabriel first asked Caleb to investigate the photos carefully. But unfortunately, the photos were real and had not been specially edited. The two had indeed met recently.
He removed the hand on his forehead and looked at the roof of the car with his deep eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a self-deprecating arc.
The wish she made in the temple must have been for her and John. Gabriel had been deluding himself, thinking that she had fallen in love with him.
He laughed at himself.