Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 21
George squinted his eyes at Gabby who suddenly turned soft. Even her face was getting prettier adorned with a slight smile.
“What?” There is a curiosity felt by George, why a Gabby Gabriella to beg with him.
Gabby bit her lower lip. Damnit damnit! I risked my pride to beg with him.
Gabby's behavior can't be separated from George's observation. Damnit damnit! Why am I excited to see that.
Both of them only dared to utter in their hearts.
“Can you promise to keep it?” Gabby has to make sure that guy really won't disavow.
George pressed his shoulders. “Tell me!” The tone sounded so clear.
Gabby straightened her body then sighed slowly. “Don't tell my papa if I pass out.”
Just keep wondering, George. “Why?”
Wh why? Can't I tell him I'll get punished if I'm physically weak? And fainting? It is a form of physical weakness. This was the first time I had fainted.
No, Gabby can't tell you how hard God taught her to be until she chose to live alone instead of with her father.
“Already, don't ask too many questions. Enough you don't have to tell my papa!” Gabby is back in ferocious fashion again.
“Is this how you apply to someone?” scold George without taking his eyes off Gabby.
Gabby exhales carbon dioxide through her mouth. He had already thought that he should beg to rest at the feet of the cold man with tears of mercy.
Hmh! Not want! Begging with that man alone had trampled his pride, what else to be as tight as a slave.
“Yes! This is how I'm. If you don't want to help me, you're an unreliable man. Even a trivial thing like this you can't seem to do it.” Proud, the woman was very haughty and defiant in her pronunciation.
He waited for a response from George, whether in accordance with his expectations or not.
“OK, I won't tell your papa. But it's not free.” Exactly what Gabby's prediction is.
“How much in return did you ask for?” ask Gabby. Whatever he will give as long as the nominal is still within reasonable limits.
George was silent, he thought for a moment. His face was completely unchanged, while his brain was still flat.
“Massage my body until I fall asleep.” George felt his muscles were starting to need relaxation.
Gabby rolled her eyes to think. He thought he would get the money he was asked for. Turns out he was wrong.
“OK, deal. But after I finish the massage, you have to promise me you won't tell my papa if I pass out.”
Gabby and George don't shake hands like people when they make a deal. The two even folded their hands together on their chests and slightly jerked their chin upwards as a sign of their agreement.
“You wait here, I'll clean my body.” Geroge had not had time to shower after from the beach he immediately took care of Gabby who was unconscious and out looking for medicine and eating for the woman.
George went into the bathroom, while Gabby waited, laying down on the couch.
Fifteen minutes later, George came out wearing only shorts and left his upper body exposed.
“Wear your shirt! The body is no good like that you show off.” It was a lie that the woman spoke. In his heart he admired, but his voice said something else.
He'll be a big head if he gets the credit.
George chose not to respond. His feet swung towards the bed.
“Quick massage!” George is currently sleeping on his stomach.
Gabby blinks her lips. He climbed into the bed so roughly that George's body was slightly up and down like a trampoline.
The hand that was often used to design it began guerrilla on George's shoulders, back, and legs alternately.
Gabby's been massaging for a long time, because George never fell asleep. Until he had to open his eyes many times when his petals were so sticky to close.
An hour later, Gabby didn't notice that George was asleep. Because not long after, his body fell down beside George.