Nemesis Game

Chapter 97 He Has no Heart at all

Samantha's pupils were dilated. She couldn't believe what Gabriel said. Gabriel was such a gentle

person, but now his eyes were full of coldness and his elegant temperament disappeared.

"How could your father be so partial?" Samantha said nervously.

There was a glint of mockery in his eyes. "Partial?"

He laughed coldly. The emotionless ridicule and cold smile hit Samantha's weak heart hard.

"He has no heart at all."

His word pierced people's hearts.

Samantha looked at him with a gloomy look in her eyes, and suddenly identified with him. He seemed

to be successful, but in fact… It's no wonder Gabriel's determination was so firm.

"So... Both we are the same person." She slowly retracted her gaze and tried to force a smile to

comfort him.

Gabriel saw through her thoughts, the coldness on his face disappeared. His slender fingers held her

wrists, "You don't have to sympathize with me, you or pity me. I've long been used to all this

experience."

"I am not pitying or sympathizing with you." Samantha looked up and her heart was beating, "I just feel

distressed for you."

She said this word seriously. His expression suddenly changed. His deep-set eyes were like the

sparkling stars in the dark night.

The air seemed to be quiet.

His hand was still clasping her wrist, and the faint warmth slowly penetrated into her skin.

The delicate scent of sandalwood was all over him, and the moment his skin touched her, her heart felt

like an electric shock and was slightly numb.

"Does it hurt?" He gazed at the scar on the back of her hand, and there was slight fluctuation in his

deep eyes.

The wound had healed a long time ago, and it didn't hurt at all now, but Samantha suddenly cried.

She felt pain.

She had suffered the grievances and pains for so many years and she got used to pretend to be

strong. But now his word destroyed them.

His warmth melted her heart.

She didn't know why she suddenly shed the tears. His warm eyes entangled her like an airtight web.

His gentleness was like a rising horizontal line.

A lot of tears rolled out of her eyes and fell onto the back of his hand.

Her vision blurred. She had overcome all obstacles alone. She was covered with wounds, so she had

long been used to it.

But she still felt hurt. Why she cried? Maybe it was because no one had ever asked her whether it hurt

or not.

And Gabriel was the only one to ask her.

He was like a warm spring breeze, or like water waves, slowly kissing all her festering wounds and

bringing her new hope and vitality.

The room was silent except for her sobbing.

"I don't hurt, I don't hurt at all... Don't worry about me, I'm fine at all, but I don't know... Why I want to

cry. Gabriel, why do you say this?" she choked out.

"With me, you can cry or laugh loudly."

He smiled thinly. His face looked soft and his hands are still warm.

He stretched his arms around her shoulders and hugged her in his arms. This kind of movement was

so familiar, it was like he gently hugged her when she was awakened by a nightmare in those three

months.

His breath and warmth were her support and harbor when she was in despair.

She threw herself into his arms and twined her arms around his neck, calling his name loudly.

"Gabriel—"

"I'm here."

"Will you stay with me all the time?" She shed tears.

"I will."

"Always?" She weighed her words. She feared that after Gabriel achieved his goal, she would be alone

again. And then the sunshine and warmth, the spring breeze and tomorrow do not belong to her.

"Yes." Gabriel lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with rough fingers.

Samantha got his answer, crying and laughing, "My life is so pathetic, but I met you...how lucky I am."

She met the god who saved her from fire.

He pulled her out of the abyss of suffering and gave her a hug without hesitation. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gabriel’s lips curled up. "Silly girl, you are an excellent person. You deserve the best."

Samantha felt so warm by his words that she wanted to cry. Her eyes were red. She greedily scented

his breath and sniffed on him like a puppy.

Gabriel, who always looked cold and indifferent, rarely showed a sincere smile on his face at this time.

Compared with before, he looked like a person with true feelings at this time.

"You disobeyed your father this time, he will definitely dislike you even more. Miss Jackson... your

marriage contract with her may be affected." After calmed down in his arms, she blushed and then

carefully left his embrace.

She was still a little shy in his arms.

She was crying too sad just now, so she needed a warm embrace.

That's why she was so presumptuous.

She was completely afraid to say those words in the past.

Gabriel's eyes downcast, “You still did not understand? Nia's family will not allow her to marry a

sillegitimate child. And I never wanted to marry her."

Nia was just a pawn for him to temporarily check and balance the Baker family.

Only with Nia, can he find a balance in the attack between his father and Luke.

So, he was more ruthless after all.

And he wouldn't tell Samantha about his seamy side. He was used to disguise, and he forgot the truest

self.

The feeling in her heart just now disappeared. Samantha was startled, with a trace of inquiry in her

eyes, "Gabriel, so are you using her?"

She didn't want to think Gabriel so gloomy, because Gabriel had always been so gentle and humble.

He represented the pure and splendid light, and he was incompatible with evil.

"If I say yes, would you think I was very selfish and very scary?" He did not answer the question

immediately, but squinted his eyes and looked at her meaningfully.

He had a thousand sides, and each of them was invisible to Samantha.

"Then I will thank you for your frankness and sincerity." Samantha gave a slight, sad smile.

If Nia, who was such an excellent person, was just a pawn for him, then were there other purposes for

him to save and help her?

But Samantha didn't want to guess him. Whether he was an angel or a devil, he saved her anyway.

She had to repay him.

"Helena." He whispered softly. His tone was gentle and affectionate when he called her name, as if he

was telling a bleak past.

He stared at her red and swollen eyes.

"You are different from Nia."