Awakening the War God

Chapter 109 You and Me

Chapter 109 You and Me

Stella Turner quickly turned her head away, hiding her sudden panic. Blinking rapidly,she finally spoke, "Yes, I saw my younger sister! How did you know?"

Although she didn't know how Gabriel Edwards knew this thing, she had no intention of hiding it. After all, she had come today with a do-or-die attitude.

"I know. You're dressed so seductively because you're here to fulfill our agreement," Gabriel laughed, somewhat pleased.

His laughter wiped away any trace of shyness Stella might have felt. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She found it strange how one person could switch between two different personalities so easily.

She didn't understand Gabriel at all and couldn't fathom what he was thinking.

Feeling a bit disappointed, Stella candidly admitted, "Yes, I came today to fulfill our agreement. You've done everything I asked for. I'm yours tonight, and do as you please."

That day, Gabriel had helped Thomas Taylor defeat Clarence Norton, resolving the crisis at Thomas's club. The Foster family received 250 million dollars in financial support from Gabriel Edwards, resolving their financial crisis. Samuel Davis was crippled, and for the time being, no one was targeting her restaurant. After that, she visited her father in prison and saw her younger sister, whom she hadn't seen in two years.

All the requests she had made to Gabriel had been fulfilled. As a woman of her word, she didn't see any reason to refuse. Besides, at her age, being a virgin was nothing to be proud of. Since so many people were eager for her body, giving it up also could be seen as a form of liberation. Especially

after seeing Gabriel drunk last night, she inexplicably felt her heart race. That feeling seemed to tell her that it was worth it. Most importantly, she felt she owed Gabriel.

Anyway, Gabriel was helping her, yet she had been working against him for Joseph Moore to save her younger brother. Her body could serve as some form of compensation. So she came willingly this time, without any reservations.

That's why she had specifically bought this sexy outfit before coming. And underneath the clothes, there was something even more sexy.All of this was the only way she could repay Gabriel Edwards.

After that, Gabriel didn't say much more. He didn't even inquire further about Stella's sister. Nor did he ask how Erica Turner had appeared. He just stood quietly by the window, watching the cars and people passing by. In such a manner, several hours passed.

Yet, these quiet hours were the most comfortable moments Stella and Gabriel had shared since they met. She felt no pressure and spent those hours lost in thought. She remembered her childhood, when her father would play the piano and she would dance barefoot in the living room. She thought of every New Year when the entire Turner family would gather around a huge round table for a feast.

But as she reminisced, she also remembered the day when the Turner family was destroyed. All the beautiful memories, like a castle built of sand, collapsed in an instant. The light in her eyes dimmed. What followed was emptiness. And a deep-seated sorrow she had grown accustomed to. What was the purpose of life? She no longer knew the answer.

"The world is full of light, facing the wind, chasing the light! That flower will always dance, chasing its dreams." At that moment, a humming sound reached Stella's ears. It was a song, "Chasing the Light," which had been her emotional support for years. She turned her head sharply and saw that it was Gabriel humming "Chasing the Light." Gabriel's gaze was distant, and his voice was soft. Although slightly off-key, every note touched the softest part of her heart.

In that moment, all her emotional defenses were shattered. Tears rolled down like pearls. A wave of unrestrained emotion drove her to do the craziest thing she had ever done in her life. She reached out with both arms and tightly embraced Gabriel.

Their faces were very close and they could feel each other's heated gaze and rapid breathing.

"What are you doing?" Gabriel asked.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Stella, uncharacteristically assertive, didn't care about anything.

Her soft lips sealed Gabriel's mouth.

The setting sun cast its glow, capturing and elongating the moment of their kiss, and adding a touch of warmth to the ignited passion.

It was wild, fervent, and liberating!

Clothes were discarded all the way from the office window to the bedroom. Then, after a while, there was a hoarse shout and a hue as beautiful as the morning sun.

Stella Turner's body went limp, as if her soul had flown away. But then, she became even more unrestrained. During this process, she experienced both the pain and pleasure of being a woman. It was like life itself. But she was incredibly grateful that what she considered her most precious gift was willingly given. In the end, she couldn't distinguish anything. Only the peak of pleasure, over and over, dominated her mind...

It was dark. The bed was still shaking.

"Stella, wait... wait!"

Gabriel Edwards couldn't hold back any longer and hastily called a halt. He picked up the phone by the bed and glanced at the time. Good heavens, it was already 9:30.

Looking at the slightly disheveled and seductive Stella, Gabriel gave a wry smile, "This is a good thing, but... there should be a limit. As the saying goes, there's always tomorrow. There's no need to release nearly thirty years of pent-up feelings all at once!"

Having been intimate, Stella seemed more mature and more womanly. She didn't understand, just nodded blankly and got off Gabriel. Gabriel, supporting his waist, slowly got out of bed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was escaping. Indeed, as soon as he stood up, his legs gave way, and he almost fell.

"Are you okay?" Stella was startled, not understanding what had happened. Her innocent eyes blinked continuously.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me!" The embarrassed Gabriel quickly waved his hand, gritted his teeth, and straightened up. But in the end, he had to support his waist and lean against the wall to leave the room. He casually picked up his pants and took out a cigarette from the pocket. After lighting it and taking a drag, he finally felt a bit better and regained some strength. It was clear that Stella Turner had been repressed for too long. But him, an old bull, tilling a field untouched for nearly thirty years, was exhausting. There's a saying, "There are only overworked bulls, not overtilled fields." Although he had this excuse, it still seemed a bit embarrassing.

In the room, Stella nestled in the quilt. Her state was completely different from Gabriel's. Her face was rosy, and she seemed quite rejuvenated, without much sign of fatigue. Suddenly, she saw her bag on the bedside table. Her heart skipped a beat.

Inside the bag was the black handcuffs Joseph Moore had given her. Now, what should she choose? She felt a bit lost...