Chapter 240: An Obedient Girl Is Good

Chapter 240: An Obedient Girl Is Good
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mrs. Winstead came out when she heard the sound of the car engine turning off. Seeing that the two of them were talking outside, she did not bother disturbing them. The two walked to the entrance and Mrs. Winstead took out two pairs of slippers and placed them by their feet. “Young Master, do you want to eat now?”
Gabriel took off his jacket and was about to say no when he thought of how Serenity had been here for a few hours. She should be hungry, so he nodded. “Alright.”
Mrs. Winstead took the coat from him and hung it on the rack at the entrance. Then, she went into the kitchen to serve food on the dining table.
As a thoughtful person, she knew Gabriel’s return would likely mean Serenity would have dinner there too. So Mrs. Winstead made sure to cook enough for two people.
Gabriel entered the dining room and noticed Serenity was still standing at the entrance without moving. With warm eyes carrying a faint hint of displeasure, he asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”
Serenity was frightened by his gaze so she quickly walked forward and pulled out the chair opposite him to sit down.
Mrs. Winstead remained in the kitchen after serving dinner so the two ate quietly. The only sound that could be heard was that of cutlery hitting the surface of the plates and bowls in the quiet dining room.
There were a few times when she wanted to speak, but when she saw Gabriel’s indifferent expression, she suppressed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
After the meal, Gabriel went up to the second floor. Serenity politely helped Mrs. Winstead clean up the dishes and slowly went up to the second floor.
The light in the study shone into the corridor through the half-opened door, reflecting the warm light on the smooth floor.
She pushed the door open and walked in. Gabriel stood in front of the window with one hand in his pocket. He had a cigarette between his fingers as he looked out into the hazy night outside the window.
Upon hearing her footsteps, Gabriel turned around, and his warm and indifferent gaze landed on her.
She was wearing a light yellow dress with a slim jacket on the outside. The dress was a doll collar and her seaweed-like curly hair was tied up to one side, trailing down her chest. Her outfit made her look youthful and beautiful.
When she had yet to say a word, Gabriel grew impatient. A hint of sternness flashed across his indifferent eyes. “If there’s nothing you’re going to say, you can leave.”
Serenity finally looked at him and smiled as she sarcastically said, “Weren’t you expecting me to come?”
Although he didn’t say it explicitly, didn’t he want her to beg him by attacking the Gilbert Group?
Gabriel took the last puff of his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray. He walked towards her but saw the wariness in her eyes. So instead, he stood where he was and frowned slightly. “Come here!”
He might have spoken as indifferently as he could but Serenity could hear the order in his voice. She hesitated for a moment but obliged.
Gabriel pulled her into his arms, shocking Serenity with his unexpected action. The tip of her nose bumped into his firm chest and she felt numb from the pain. Tears almost fell from her eyes.
He noticed that there was mist lingering in her eyes while her brows were knitted together. He raised his hand to gently rub the tip of her slightly red nose and his tense expression relaxed. “An obedient girl is a good girl.”
His low and gentle voice was magnetic and charming as if he was coaxing an insensible little girl.
The smell of mint tobacco on his body followed her nose and entered her lungs, connecting with her breath and becoming one.
His cold fingers on the tip of her nose moved gently as if he was afraid of hurting her and she eventually relaxed a little.
She honestly couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what he wanted. He had been so cold to her just a moment ago, but now he was acting as if nothing had happened.
Her gaze moved up in a daze from the man’s buttons to his well-defined jaw, before settling on his usually cold face..