Chapter 5 Does That Make You Happy?
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“How dare you! Dare to die before the transplant!” Caleb's laughter was filled with cruelty.
Gabriel had never seen him so unhinged before, emanating a dangerous aura that made her panic. She tried to retort him, but she started to cough because of the pain.
“I nearly forgot, you ‘ve done everything to marry me. Last night, you wanted to give me your first time,” he said, one hands sneaking under her clothes and reaching to her naked p***y. "I didn't want you, so you called me and lied to me that Jasmine was hurting you? You even jump off the building, right?”
“Gabriel, you made me suspect if I had never known you.”
Before Gabriel could respond, a familiar feeling of pain made her gasp. Celeb had already put his d**k into her p***y without ant foreplay. A sudden burst of tearing pain interrupted her thoughts as Caleb thrust in faster.
Her gasp made him feel disgusting, so he grabbed her chin to fix her head in one place. He even covered her mouth while relish her agony.
His back of hand was all her tears, but he didn’t give it a s**t. There was only coldness in his eyes. Nothing else.
Gabriel was ill in the hospital. Yet Caleb seized the chance to use her to make her hard c**k feel better.
She didn’t stop moaning while feeling his c**k get into her deeper and deeper.
Gabriel tried to push him away. She was so weak, and her face was pale. “Celeb, stop it. I don’t want it. It hurts. I agree. I agree to transplant my kidney. But will you still divorce me?”
At least she couldn’t divorce him before he knew the truth.
She needed time to prove her innocence and reveal the truth about Isabella's death. She agreed to transplant her kidney in exchange for being his wife for a longer time.
“Gaberial, why are you so cheap? You know that I don’t love you.”
Cheap?
The irony of his words pierced her heart as she lay broken on the bed, feeling utterly hopeless.
Caleb, loving someone is cheap in your eyes? No, whether it’s cheap or not, loving someone should not be judged.
She finally signed the consent form for the kidney transplantation. The doctor mentioned that thanks to the thick lawn and square parasols below, her injuries were not severe even when she fell from the fifth floor.
However, there was still a mild concussion and some internal bleeding, requiring at least one month of recuperation before she would be suitable for the transplantation.
Nearly a month passed. All Gabriel had done in the hospital was to do rehabilitation or to lie on the bed. She hasn’t seen Caleb even for a single time.
Every day, the servant delivered meals to her, preparing a hearty meal. The servant couldn't help but praise Caleb, “Mr. Williams loves you so much. He would remind us to cook for you no matter how busy he is. Where can you find such a good husband?”
Gabriel smiled wryly, suspecting that he feared her slow recovery might affect the transplantation.
She was well aware that throughout this month, Caleb spent every day in Jasmine’s ward. She overheard the nurses referring to Jasmine as Mrs. Williams.
Mrs. Williams. She realized that the one who was loved by him deserved to be his wife in other people’s eyes.
The servant called Gabriel at night, saying that she would not come tomorrow. Mr. Williams would pick her up.
At eight o’clock in the morning, Gabriel had packed all her belongs. Caleb came into the room with a bag holding in his hand.
He appeared thinner now, with a hint of black stubble on his chin, adding to his masculine charm. The lingering scent of disinfectant still clung to him.
He tossed the packing bag in front of her, and as it opened, a corner of the clothes fell out. It was a stunning purple diamond-encrusted evening dress and a set of alluring lace underwear.
“Put it on.”
Obeying without question, Gabriel took up the clothes and was going to the bathroom. Caleb stopped her, “Change your clothes right here.”
His tone was unwavering, and she knew he had various means to make her comply.
No longer pretending, Gabriel removed her large hospital clothes, one piece at a time, and took her time to put on the dress on.
Caleb went outside to answer the phone.
She tried her best to hear what he was saying while fastening her underwear with one hand, only able to hear his heavy and suppressed breathing.
In the next moment, there was a loud "bang," and she was forcefully pushed against the cold wall.
Caleb gripped her neck with a fierce expression, demanding, “Jasmine is in the emergency room. Does that make you happy?”
Gabriel winced in pain and managed to reply, “She’s in the emergency room. So what? What does it have to do with me?”
“It had nothing to do with you?” Caleb's smile was cold as he questioned, “The chief surgeon, who was invited from abroad, insisted that you spend a night with him. He will save Jasmine after that. Why did he want you? Who is him?”
The chief surgeon?
She had no knowledge of the chief surgeon at all.
Gaberiel's mind went blank, and she instinctively clamped her legs together. But one of his strong legs had already slipped between hers, effortlessly parting them.
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