Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 98

“Where are you going?” davis asked as George turned around to head out.

“Go!” george replied in a stern tone and was reluctant to turn around.

“Gabby where to? Why did you take the bag?” It was the Lord's turn to ask.

This time, George turned around to stare at the Lord intently. I want her to say that Gabby is outside, crying because of you, Old Man! His mouth seemed to be unable to say that.

“If you care and want to know where your son is, you find out for yourself!” exclaims George with a flat face full of anger.

George no longer cared about Lord and Davis' response. Now, all he had in mind was Gabby. The woman who was crying without a sound outside the room.

Clamps!

George opened the door, then closed it slowly. He wanted to slam the door hard, but was undone when he remembered there was Gabby who was sad.

George stood in front of Gabby. His eyes did not like it when he found some passers-by glancing at Gabby.

George put Gabby's bag on the floor, then opened the suit. He squatted to align himself with Gabby. He covered the woman's head with his coat. “You still walk? Let's get out of here. You're the center of attention. I'll cover you up, you definitely don't want anyone else to see this sad face of yours, right?” whispered.

Gabby replied with a nod. He did not care that he was with him was a man he hated. He was unable to get angry or argue with George.

George picked up the not-so-big backpack, then carried it as it worked. He helped Gabby stand up. He wrapped his hand around Gabby's shoulder, allowing her coat to cover her face.

George and Gabby started swinging their legs together. George's right hand was used to hold Gabby, while the left hand he used to hold the suit to cover Gabby's face and not fall.

Along the way, Gabby's back was still going up and down. George felt pain in his heart as well. She knows why Gabby is crying.

George opens the car door, allowing Gabby to get inside. He leaned his body slightly in to put on the seatbelt.

For a moment, he opened the suit that covered Gabby's face. Gabby's eyes looked swollen with petals still closed. His hands stretched out to touch the surface of the already wet skin. He wiped the tears there gently.

George put the expensive cloth back together. He let Gabby cry again. Before pulling his body partially in the car to get out. He took the time to gently stroke the hair that was covered with his suit. It was as if he was channeling strength.

Gabby flinching. He didn't mind what George did to him. Because, to be honest, he was comfortable with it all. He forgot his motor.

George closed the door slowly. He walked around the car and got into the steering wheel. Immediately turn on the engine of the four-wheeled vehicle and drive it.

It seemed Gabby was very sad, because during the trip, her back just kept going up and down as if she was not tired.

However, when it is nearing its goal. Slowly Gabby began to calm down, but still came out the sound of a hiccup that began to disappear.

“It turns out you're tired too, I thought you were going to flood my car with your unrelenting cries,” George licked. He tilted the corner of his lips because it was good to know the other side of Gabby.