The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 34

At this moment, Gabriel was nothing like the man he was during the day. He embraced Emily tightly, rubbing his chin on the top of her head.

"Did you have a nightmare? Don't be scared. I'm here," he said.

Emily froze and stopped struggling.

She looked up at his handsome face, which looked so defenseless in his deep sleep. For some reason, she got a little teary-eyed.

The first rays of dawn shone into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Emily's eyelashes trembled a little. She opened her eyes and met an unfathomable gaze that carried a hint of curiosity and desire to tease.

Lying next to her, Gabriel was resting his head on his hand, staring at her. He seemed like he had been watching her for a long time.

Emily's mind went blank. Then, the memories from last night started flooding her brain, leaving her face flushed.

"I see that you're awake."

The usual coolness in his voice had returned, but there was a hint of playful tease. "You were so firm yesterday, sounding like you were dying to go down with me."

He lowered his head, his lips almost pressing against the ear as he said, "What's the matter? Can't hold yourself back in the middle of the night, so you threw yourself into my arms?"

Emily was brimming with anger and embarrassment at that moment.

She pushed him away and sat up on the couch. She pointed at his arms and explained in an anxious and agitated tone, "You had an allergic reaction! You look pitiful, so I applied cream to you."

Gabriel sat up as well and looked down at his arms. Sure enough, there were only some faint red marks left.

He looked up and locked his gaze on her again before he asked, "Is that right? But why do I remember someone sleeping very soundly in my arms?"

Emily was at a loss for words, so she wanted to leave. However, he grabbed her wrist once again.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Let go of me!"

"My back is itchy too," he said calmly.

Still, he was being assertive and wouldn't take no for an answer.

Emily looked back and met his deep gaze.

"You have hands, don't you?" she asked.

Gabriel said nothing. He just slowly undid the belt of his bathrobe in front of her.

His strong back muscles were fully exposed before her eyes. And sure enough, there were a few red marks left behind.

What the hell did Gabriel want?

Right at that moment, a knock on the door sounded.

Gabriel's eyebrows furrowed. He propped himself up, clearly annoyed that the moment was interrupted.

Emily felt incredibly relieved. She immediately freed herself, putting a safe distance between them.

Mallory's voice sounded through the door. "Mills, are you there?"

Emily rushed to answer the door, as though she had stumbled upon a lifeline.

Mallory was holding a document, and she said, "Mills, we need to get a type of medicine delivered from the headquarters. The hospital here doesn't have it. We urgently need your signature."

She looked past Emily and saw Gabriel on the couch behind her. He was wearing a bathrobe, his hair half-wet, exuding a laid-back and dangerous air.

Mallory's eyes widened.

She pulled Emily out of the apartment and whispered, "What's going on? Have you guys…made up? Emily, you have to think about it carefully. Don't forget that Amelia is still raising hell."

Before she finished her sentence, a tall figure towered over them.

Gabriel had approached them without them noticing. With a sweep of his arm, he pulled Emily into her embrace.