Chapter 8
I was actually feeling a bit anxious.
Until the moment Reed pushed open the door.
The man before me was tall and imposing, with a steady presence. The red mole at the corner of his eye was barely visible.
My clenched fist relaxed.
I knew it–how could Gabriel waste such a perfect opportunity?
He was too desperate to defeat his brother and become the West family heir.
Reed wore white loungewear, carrying the faint scent of bitter orange.
My tightly pressed lips curved into a sweet, flirtatious smile.
I rushed forward to hug his waist, pressing my face against his chest, softly complaining:
“You sent me a message so early but came back so late.”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”
I wore the black lace slip that Gabriel had prepared, with cute cat ears on my head.
Reed’s breathing deepened, his hands landing on my shoulders, his palms burning hot.
I stood on tiptoe, approaching his ear, and whispered: “Gabriel, don’t you like it?”
Reed’s eyes flickered, and he narrowed them slightly: “What did you call me?”
I paused, then smiled playfully, sticking out my tongue: “Baby!”
Reed gripped my face and bent down to kiss me.
For seven consecutive days, Reed and I indulged ourselves whenever we weren’t eating or sleeping.
Once I asked him: “Why have you become so passionate lately?”
Reed paused before asking: “What do you think? Why have I become more passionate?”
I wore a white dress, walking backward on the mansion’s lawn with my hands behind my back.
“I think… it must be because you love me, right?”
Reed actually smiled–a very slight, gentle/smile.
“You’re right.”
In truth, I didn’t know why Reed had fallen in love with me.
We were both constantly testing each other.
Until a month later, when Gabriel returned.
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I Woke Up as a Corpse’s Bride – But When the ‘Dead‘ General Returned, His First Words Chilled My Blood
Chapter 8
Travel worn and haggartl, Gabriel stood before me.
I looked at him in surprise: “Didn’t you just go to the office? Why are you suddenly back? You even changed your clothes.
Gabriel’s face was full of rage. Just as he was about to speak, Reed’s car suddenly pulled into the driveway.
“Gabriel, come upstairs with me!”
Reed slammed the car door and headed straight for the second floor study.
Gabriel swallowed whatever he was about to say, gave me a long look, and followed Reed upstairs.
I quickly followed, pressing my ear against the closed door to eavesdrop on the brothers‘ conversation.
But unfortunately, they had closed the door tightly this time, and I couldn’t hear anything.
But that was okay–I had a backup plan.
By the time the brothers came downstairs, night had fallen.
Gabriel looked grim, obviously unhappy.
The butler had already prepared dinner.
The brothers took their seats in turn.
Gabriel seemed troubled by something, looking at me with a heavy gaze.
I served him food, picking up his favorite grilled ribs.
“Try this… ugh!”
The aroma of meat wafted to my nose, but instead of triggering my appetite, it caused nausea and chest tightness.
I quickly put down my fork and covered my mouth, rushing to the bathroom.
I completely missed how both men simultaneously stood up behind me.
When I returned, pale–faced after vomiting, Reed handed me a tissue.
“Thanks, Reed!”
I took it, glancing at him with a soft word of thanks.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Gabriel asked, squinting, unaware that his own voice had become shrill.
