Chapter 289 I Got a Vasectomy

Chapter 289 I Got a Vasectomy

Arabella protested shyly, but Gabriel turned a deaf ear.

Having endured for so long, finally reaching this moment, his passion was already unbearable, like an arrow on a drawn bow.

Her nightgown was stripped away in moments. Just as he was about to press down, Arabella suddenly opened her eyes wide with clarity. "Um... did you bring one?"

The out-of-the-blue question made the man freeze, his handsome face scrunching up. "Bring what?"

"You know..." Arabella's face flushed crimson, her eyes shimmering as she bit her lip and continued reminding him, "Didn't you prepare ahead of time last time?"

Didn't he bring any tonight?

If not, what was he doing?

Gabriel understood, lowered his head to continue kissing, and said vaguely, "Don't need it..."

Don't need it?

Arabella tilted her head, dodging his breath again. "What do you mean?"

Her expression became somewhat serious, her dewy eyes revealing a hint of anger.

He clearly knew she had a fertility-prone constitution and couldn't take chances, yet he said they didn't need it?

What was this bastard plotting now? Did he want her to get pregnant accidentally again?

Gabriel saw she was angry, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said somewhat sullenly, "What kind of person do you think I am? I won't let you get pregnant accidentally again, so I've already solved this problem at the source."

Solved at the source?

Arabella was completely confused, her hands pressing against his chest, not letting him continue. "Explain yourself clearly. What do you mean?"

"I got a vasectomy." His words were shocking.

Arabella's expression froze, her beautiful moist pupils suddenly widening, staring at him in disbelief.

"You..." She moved her lips, unable to make a sound, truly unable to imagine—he had actually taken the initiative to get a vasectomy!

"Didn't the internet say that when you men get that done, it would..."

He smiled. "I didn't expect you to be so concerned about me. Don't worry, what's online is all hearsay. I consulted experts—male vasectomy is fine, and compared to women doing it, it's convenient, quick, and less painful."

Arabella was still in sustained shock.

For a moment, this rogue bastard's image became incredibly noble in her mind!

"Last time you took emergency contraception and had such severe menstrual pain. The doctor mentioned something about withdrawal bleeding—it sounded terrifying. Although we could use condoms, those things are like scratching an itch through a boot—unsatisfying. Besides, you can't always prepare in advance every time, so getting a vasectomy is the best solution—once and for all."

Originally, Gabriel hadn't planned to explain this.

But she clearly wouldn't feel at ease without asking, so he might as well lay it all out.

Arabella slowly digested this information and asked foolishly, "So you don't plan to have children anymore?"

He countered, "You mean you're still planning to have children for me?"

"Not me! I mean, your family still hopes you'll remarry. For prestigious families like yours, naturally they hope for many children and blessings."

"Well, I've also said I won't marry anyone else. If one day you figure things out and are still willing to have another child for me, then I'll just get another procedure done."

Actually, Gabriel really hadn't considered this matter.

After all, he had a son and daughter—he had no feelings about having many children for good fortune.

Arabella frowned, always feeling something was off. When the man brushed aside her hand and kissed down again, her mind suddenly jerked and she asked, "Are you afraid of fooling around outside and being manipulated again, having someone use a child to threaten you..."

Before she could finish, the man suddenly pressed down heavily, forcefully blocking her unfinished words.

Her body suddenly tensed, instantly drained of thought. She involuntarily closed her eyes, shamefully biting her lip while angrily slapping at the man.

Gabriel's face darkened as he angrily bit her neck, his low furious curse seeming to squeeze through clenched teeth: "Sometimes I really want to bite you to death!"

So infuriating!

Giving so much for her—if she didn't appreciate it, fine, but she actually had to slander him, imagining him as a philandering playboy!

In his entire life up to now, Gabriel had only loved two women. When had he ever been promiscuous?

As for intimate matters, from marriage to divorce to now, he had never betrayed her!

Seeing him angry, Arabella knew she'd said the wrong thing.

But she truly couldn't believe that such a man standing at the pinnacle of power and wealth, who had once had a beloved, could actually remain chaste, could emerge unstained from the mud?

The thoroughly satisfying intimacy ended an hour later...

Arabella was so exhausted she couldn't move, too lazy to even lift a finger, but her mouth was so dry, very uncomfortable—strangely enough, every time after intimacy, she would feel parched, the kind of dryness where even her lips felt chapped, just wanting to drink some water to moisten herself.

So she forced herself to sit up.

Gabriel had just finished cleaning himself up. Seeing this, he immediately inquired, "What's wrong? Going back to the master bedroom again?"

"No... I'm thirsty..." She uncomfortably pulled over her nightgown to cover herself, responding softly.

His lips curved up. "Who told you to cry out so enthusiastically? It'd be strange if you weren't thirsty."

Arabella fell silent.

He leaned over, pecking her lips several more times, his expression wicked, his tone suggestive: "Doesn't it feel different?"

Arabella knew what he meant, but how could she have the face to respond?

Shyly and angrily glaring at this man, she said irritably, "Acting like a rogue all day long—have you no shame!"

"Tsk!" Gabriel laughed even more happily. "Someone just now while moaning seemed not to care much about..."

Before he could finish, Arabella, burning with embarrassment and anger, suddenly grabbed a pillow and fiercely threw it at him!

If he hadn't been deliberately so wicked, deliberately tormenting her like that, would she have been like that?

Now he actually dared to mock her!

Gabriel didn't dodge the pillow attack but caught it and put it back on the bed, saying cheerfully, "Alright, save some strength. I'll get you some water."

With that, he simply threw on a robe, tying the belt while walking out contentedly.

Arabella's limbs were indeed weak. She burrowed back into the covers, her eyelids drooping lazily.

Soon, Gabriel returned with a glass of warm water.

Arabella sat up, watching him walk toward the bed. Though she wanted to ignore him, he seemed to be deliberately putting on a show—his clothes worn haphazardly, revealing very alluring abs.

He was tall, his legs longer than most men's, with straight lines and proportionate muscles that looked solid and powerful. His robe hung open, exposing his sexy, enticing chest muscles, well-defined yet not exaggerated.

The room's lighting cast upon him, those fine beads of sweat glistening, adding several degrees of tempting flavor to his healthy wheat-toned skin.

Finally, there was that profound, handsome face. When he lowered his head to hand her water, the overhead light cast faint shadows, making his features appear even more three-dimensional and chiseled.

"You never dared look at me directly before. Are you just now discovering I have a good body?" As Gabriel handed her the water glass, his dark brows raised, and he began sweet-talking again. "Sleeping with me isn't a loss, right?"