Chapter 5
My finger was still enveloped in Reed’s warm mouth.
Startled, I quickly withdrew it and turned to look at Gabriel in the doorway.
Gabriel strode forward and yanked me behind him:
“Reed, Mila is my girlfriend!”
Only then did I notice that Gabriel was also carrying a strawberry cupcake.
So I hurriedly tugged at his sleeve:
“I’m sorry, Gabriel. I mistook him for you. I thought…”
As I spoke, my eyes darted to the already unwrapped cupcake.
I continued, feeling increasingly guilty, hanging my head in remorse.
“Don’t blame Mila. She just fed me a bit of strawberry frosting,” Reed said coldly, giving me a glance.
Gabriel pressed his lips together, his expression softening slightly: “Fine, I misunderstood.”
After Reed left, Gabriel threw his brother’s cupcake into the trash.
Then he turned and pressed me against the wall: “Don’t eat anything Reed buys you in the future, or I’ll get jealous!”
I inwardly scoffed. He was the one who schemed to have Reed sleep with me.
What right did he have to act possessive now?
And hadn’t he spent the night with Penelope?
Where did this absurd possessiveness come from?
Despite these thoughts, I outwardly appeared submissive: “I see…”
Gabriel stared at me for a moment, apparently finding my submissive demeanor appealing, and leaned down to kiss me.
I suddenly clenched my fist.
Since learning his true nature, every intimate moment with him made me feel physically ill.
Ugh!
I finally couldn’t suppress my physical reaction and covered my mouth, rushing to the nearby bathroom.
I expected Gabriel to be angry when I returned.
Surprisingly, he was in good spirits, solicitously helping me sit down and asking if I felt unwell anywhere else.
I noticed the gleam of excitement in his eyes.
Inwardly, I laughed at how impatient he was, forgetting even basic physiological knowledge.
“No… maybe just an upset stomach!”
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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 5
Gabriel seemed to realize his mistake, looking at me with disappointment:
“I remember your ovulation day is the 7th, right?”
I pretended not to understand, nodding: “Yes, why? I’m warning you, I’m still in college and not planning to have a baby.
Gabriel captured my hand, holding it in his: “I understand, but if there’s an accident, it would be best to keep it.”
He had always been domineering, brooking no refusal.
Just like when he pursued me–I hadn’t wanted to accept, but his men dragged me to a rooftop, threatening to throw me off if I didn’t
agree.
I knew they meant it. Because the entire school had been donated by the West family. Even if I died, they’d claim I committed suicide and at most pay my parents some compensation.
That money was insignificant to him, but it would have cost me my life.
So I nestled in his arms and asked: “If I get pregnant, will you marry me?”
Gabriel hesitated briefly before assuring me: “Yes, of course. You’re the only woman I’ll ever marry.”
He would indeed marry me.
But after marriage, he wouldn’t be able to reconcile his own internal conflict. He would unleash all his anger and frustration on me.
But unfortunately for him, I won’t let history repeat itself this time!
That evening, Gabriel pressed me against the bed as soon as I emerged from the shower, seemingly desperate to prove something to
- me.
His breathing was heavy, his tone urgent: “Mila, let’s try again. You can compare if I’m better tonight or last night!”
My heart suddenly tightened.
A sense of impending disaster washed over me.
Gabriel got off me and began undressing.
I watched his rapidly exposed body with my heart in my throat.
Just as he was about to unbuckle his belt, a knock came at the door.
“Gabriel, why’d you leave your phone in the study? Grandfather’s calling. Better pick up right away!”
Reed’s steady voice carried through the door.
