Gabby, My Fierce Girl
Part 97's

Gabby rested her body on her bike. Both hands are folded in front of the chest. His eyes looked from the tip of his feet to the tip of his head. All parts of George's body escaped Gabby's sharp gaze. Satisfied with it, next to his lips were on his back, but straight back to his original face. It was as if he was mocking George's confidence.

“Indeed, when did I say I wanted to be your wife?” No, he didn't ask. It was like saying that he did not want to be in a relationship with George.

“Speedly or later, you will definitely become my wife.” George's confidence did not go down one bit.

“Think until it's dead!” hina Gabby's. He rode his motorcycle, but he realized when he wanted to find the key of his motorbike. He forgot to bring his bag. So upset with Diora and Natalie that he made her forget about the object containing his important items.

Gabby got back off the bike. He turned towards George. “For you, my bag is left behind!” the upset. He always blamed George for having bad luck.

Gabby swung her leg back into Diora's nursery.

George, that man is undaunted. He followed Gabby, but a few steps behind the woman.

Arriving at Diora's nursery. Gabby didn't come in right away. He stopped at the door. His eyes immediately glazed to see the scene in the room from between the door that had come not closed tightly. Lordeus—Her father, hugging along with Diora and Natalie—Mama Diora.

Gabby turned her body, then leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes to keep his tears from coming out. But failed, precisely the melt of clear liquid came out without permission so fast.

George, he saw all of Gabby's expressions from the beginning coming up until the woman cried and leaned back. He wanted to get closer, then embrace give strength. But he chose to glance into the room to see something that made Gabby sad.

Not strong to see Gabby who continues to shed tears without sounding a bit of stuffing from the thin lips. George was about to embrace the now fragile body.

However, when George leaned over his body and hands. Gabby gradually came down to squat, crossed her arms above her knees, and buried her face above her hands.

Gabby's back began to rise and fall in rhythm with a hiccup because it held back the crying so as not to make a sound. He bit his lower lip so strongly that his tongue felt something strange enter his lips and touch his taste buds.

George could not bear the sight, he chose to open the door to Diora's room. Repeatedly he sighed to hold back his anger so as not to throw a fist at the Lord who had made his woman cry.

George's arrival made everyone in the room, turn their heads towards him. Instantly, the atmosphere that had just raked blue inside there instantly returned to normal after his arrival.

“Where are you?” ask Davis. “Aren't you going after Gabby? Or have you missed the trail?” continued.

“Not your business!” jolt George. His chest was up and down, his eyes never separated from God. His hands clenched tightly down there.

Davis and Lord felt strange about George's attitude. In fact, they had just chatted as usual and there was no problem. But now the man looks so emotional.

George saw where Gabby's bag was left behind. He chose to snatch that thing. Though desperate to punch God as much as God punched him when he let Gabby down. But he said, because there are Natalie and Diora. If only there were no two women. It must have been his fist had already landed on the Lord's face.