Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 84
George watched Gabby turn her face reluctantly to look at him. He heard a hunting breath from the woman, like someone holding back an emotion.
“You angry?” george asked him to lean his face to look at Gabby.
What kind of question is that? Which woman would compare to another woman? Uh! Gabby wanted to keep George's mouth shut.
Gabby bit her lower lip as she did not want to respond to George. He did not want to argue and would end up with heartache again if he talked to the man. His hand gripped the edge of the sofa.
George held onto Gabby's shoulder, turning the woman's gaze to face her.
Gabby kept trying to turn her eyes away, her eyes turning red. He did not want to be seen holding something liquid behind his eyelids. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Trying to neutralize the turmoil that hit his heart.
When Gabby was feeling better, she ventured to look at George.
“You have a brain, use it to think first before you speak! Try, if you like someone, and that person compares you to another guy? What do you feel?” Gabby slammed George's hands on his shoulders. His sight was now seriously awaiting an answer.
George gave a little smile, he was happy. That is, Gabby likes it if it is absorbed from the words of the woman that have just been thrown for her.
“I don't care if he likes me. Maybe, he just wanted me to change the nature of the person he was comparing to,” George replied. He knew Gabby was having a dispute over what she said comparing Gabby to Catherine. He wants Gabby to understand what that means.
Gabby's hands clenched tightly, biting her lower lip again. He knew that talking to George would always end up with an answer that made his heart uneasy.
His heart does have a taste for George, but he won't be strong with the man. No relationship with him has been compared and wants him to be like other people, how can he be happy if not be himself.
“I see myself, don't compare with anyone else. No woman wants to be compared, what else changes a trait that is not her personality.” Gabby blurted her words. Describe how lazy he was to talk to George.
“Be you, you don't have to change anything in you just to get close to me. Just think about what I said when I was in Ravintola,” Gabby patted George's shoulder gently. He just wanted George to think about where he was in the man's heart.
George was silent, how did he approach Gabby wrong? He felt right about what he had been doing all this time.
“Go back to your room, thanks for the sleeping pills,” kick Gabby out after swallowing the pills that George brought. He immediately buried his body on the sofa, covering his head to his feet with a blanket. I don't want to talk to George anymore. He thought it was enough to tell about his feelings for the man.
George could only notice Gabby whose breathing was beginning to settle. He was confused, completely confused by his feelings. He doesn't know where Gabby is in his heart. It was all so confusing for him. He just wants to try to keep his promise, because the promise must be kept.
While George was still pondering, Gabby's cell phone on the table rang. George glanced over, seeing who was calling a woman in the early hours. His forehead shriveled when he read the name of the penelfon.
“Marvel?”
Yes, Gabby finally kept the Marvel numbers, after Marvel expressed its intention to stop being a user and a dark business.