Chapter 59: I Actually Licked His Finger!

I was so focused on acting well that I didn't even notice how close I was to Gabriel at that moment, with all my breath lingering by his ear.

When I snapped back to reality, I realized his earlobe had turned completely red, the flush extending all the way to the back of his ear!

Gabriel shifted his body slightly, his face still calm, only responding with a faint sound. After all, he already knew about the affair between Layla and Julian.

I knew he already knew, yet I had to pretend I didn't know he knew.

This was really testing my acting skills.

I blinked in confusion, staring at him seriously. "Why are you so calm about this?"

Gabriel's gaze lingered on my face for a moment. "What else? How should I react?"

"You should at least be surprised, then ask me curiously if it's true?"

He was silent for a few seconds, then very cooperatively said, "Is it true?"

He did ask, but his eyes clearly said: I don't want to know at all, just shut your mouth!

He almost scared me to death on the terrace, and I boldly put on an act to fool him. I absolutely couldn't just "stop the show" like this.

I don't know why, but being with Gabriel somehow turned into an acting competition.

"Yes, yes, absolutely true!"

Gabriel's fingertips tapped lightly on his knee. "And then?"

"And then?"

I tilted my head, pretending to recall.

"Then I think I heard Layla say something about 'pregnancy,' 'the child can't wait,' 'needs a father,' things like that. Could Layla be pregnant with Julian's child?"

"What did you say?"

Gabriel suddenly clenched his fist. That sudden surge of hostility made my heart jump, and I instinctively wanted to back away, but I held myself still.

He didn't know about this. Currently, only the Torres family and Julian knew, and I deliberately revealed it to him.

I steadied myself, then continued to act gossipy.

"Gabriel, do you think Julian's been trying to kick Anastasia out all this time because of Layla? After all, they're not blood-related. Woman's intuition tells me there's definitely something going on between them!"

"And Anastasia—could her death be related to Layla and Julian? Is it possible that they're the ones who killed Anastasia?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Gabriel suddenly grabbed my hand, his eyes full of coldness as he looked at me.

My heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and I frowned, saying timidly, "Gabriel, you're hurting me."

Gabriel stared at me for a long time. After quite a while, he slowly released my hand.

"Sorry."

Then he warned me, "Don't mention this kind of thing without evidence to anyone. Do you hear me?"

I replied sullenly, "I know."

Sure enough, the biggest reason Gabriel hadn't released the evidence he had was for the Westbrook family.

But Gabriel, if one day in the future you find out my purpose in getting close to you, and discover that what I'm doing might completely overturn the Westbrook family's public image, will you hate me? Will you tear me to pieces?

After all, the force with which he just gripped my wrist didn't seem like he was joking.

At that moment, I suddenly understood that what people said about his volatile personality and ruthless methods wasn't just empty talk.

Although he usually indulged me, once the Westbrook family's interests were touched, the coldness churning in those deep eyes could instantly freeze me into an ice sculpture.

Perhaps noticing my gloomy expression, Gabriel softened his tone and added, "But behind closed doors, you can tell me."

These words sounded like he was tying the two of us together.

I looked up and smiled at him. "Okay!"

Perhaps my smile was too bright.

I'd practiced in front of the mirror before—this face with more refined features and charming eyes was quite captivating when it smiled.

Gabriel stared blankly for three seconds, as if the scene had frozen.

I'd never seen such an obvious expression on his face before.

He seemed to realize his loss of composure and cleared his throat lightly. "Today, are you still going to look at the new house?"

"Yes, but Gabriel."

I sat on the floor, resting my chin on his armrest, looking at him with a smile. "What kind of house do you want?"

He paused. "I haven't thought about it."

Haven't thought about it?

Could it be he's never thought about getting married? How is that possible?

He has someone he likes in his heart, so he must have imagined spending his life with that person. How could he not have thought about it?

Maybe it's because he's been busy expanding the Westbrook family's business empire, pouring all his energy into the expansion and consolidation of the family business, with no time to sketch out those romantic details.

I looked into his deep eyes and said seriously, "Then you can think about it now. Because we're going to live together for the rest of our lives, we should put some thought into it."

As long as Gabriel doesn't divorce me, I'll never ask him for a divorce.

He's quiet and steady—a pretty good husband.

Most importantly, he has someone he's loved for years in his heart. He won't fall in love with me, which makes me very satisfied.

He was silent for a moment, his gaze falling into the distance, murmuring in repetition, "A lifetime."

I tilted my head. "Are you going to divorce me later? If you want a divorce, that's fine, but if you meet your true love, you must tell me, and I'll step aside voluntarily."

Before I could finish, a finger suddenly appeared on my lips.

His body temperature seemed lower than normal. Even though the room was warm, the fingertip on my lips was still a bit cool.

He stopped the words about to leave my mouth, his eyes serious and solemn as he looked at me.

"Samantha, from the moment I agreed to marry you, I never planned to divorce you. But since you married me, you'd better not have any other ideas either. Clear?"

I got anxious for a moment, thinking I needed to explain quickly, so I stuck out my tongue to lick my dry lips before speaking.

Except I completely forgot about his finger resting on my lips.

My tongue just licked it without any warning.

That cool sensation made my brain instantly go blank, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

I could clearly feel Gabriel's finger suddenly stiffen. In his originally calm eyes, shock and bewilderment flashed instantly.

He quickly withdrew his finger.

I still had my mouth slightly open, completely forgetting to react.

My cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and my heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out.

Oh my god, what did I just do?

I actually, actually licked his finger!