99 days of being a billionaire's bride

Love, it's always been a one-way street; if you leave in the middle of the road, please go straight ahead, don't look back, and don't expect to return to where you started. Because this road keeps going directly, and on that road, you are no longer you, and you are no longer the brother of the beginning. Maybe we're destined never to go back to where we started.

I have been waiting for you to return day after day, late at night, stubbornly waiting like that...

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Massachusetts Villa.

It was near the end of autumn, and the heavy rain poured down, making the weather chilly. In the midst of the deep black rain, the large and quiet villa was like a young girl standing silently, emitting only a faint light. The tiny raindrops falling on the floor-to-ceiling windows stirred up people's insecurities.

It was past twelve, but Kinsey Locke did not feel sleepy. She wore only a flimsy nightgown, walked downstairs to the dining room, and poured a drink. But as soon as she got downstairs, lightning interrupted her view. At the same time, a car light shone through the window, and her petite body suddenly trembled, long curly hair like seaweed flowing along her shoulders, and delicate eyebrows imbued with anticipation, also showed a hint of tension.

Not long after, in the living room, came the sound of a key opening the door.

Kinsey Locke had never felt so thrilled, her petite, jewel-like feet trampling on the sumptuous Australian long-fur rugs froze, a tickling sensation creeping deep into her lap.

The door opened and carried the scent of autumn rain outside the entrance to the room.

Kinsey Locke was taken aback at first. Then, her palpitations also throbbed.

It's the, and it's Gabriel Rodriguez.

The wind blew through a corner of his coat. He had been drinking a lot, so the two subordinates had to help him back. He staggered in the night wind. Kinsey Locke saw this and did not have time to put on more coats, rushed out to help Gabriel Rodriguez into the living room, then shyly hugged her shoulders and stood aside. She didn't expect him to come home so suddenly in the night. Since the wedding day until now, Gabriel Rodriguez has disappeared for a whole month, and he is her legally recognized husband. But tonight he got drunk again and showed up.

"Madam, sorry to disturb your rest." The two subordinates did not dare to look at Kinsey Locke and respectfully bowed.

"It's okay. You two have worked hard." Kinsey Locke tried to suppress her voice to sound natural, and she was like a beautiful flower quietly blooming in the dark, gentle but calm.

After the two subordinates left, the atmosphere in the living room also fell silent.

Currently, there is no housekeeper in the villa; every day, only a fixed-hour maid comes to clean all the rooms. Gabriel Rodriguez's tall body leans on the sofa, even when he closes his eyes and frowns, his masculinity makes others unforgettable just once in a lifetime. He only put on his jacket without buttons, revealing a dark suit inside; the shirt and tie were also dark tones mixed, a mixture of nobility, maturity, and modesty.

His face was under the strange crystal light, but he was too handsome; his proud, cold lips revealed a strong aura. Even if he was drunk, sitting there quietly created a luxurious posture as far away as a thousand miles.

As for the binge drinker, Kinsey Locke is very experienced, as her stepfather is often drunk. As a child, she was used to seeing how her mother cared for him. Thinking for a moment, she took the remote and adjusted the chandelier on the ceiling to darken, the dim light covering the entire living room; she turned and walked into the dining room.

In less than ten minutes, Kinsey Locke was quickly making hot refreshments. She just brought tea into the living room before approaching the sofa; in the middle of the dark, a low voice calmly sounded, clearly heard as if not drunk...

"What time is it?"

A sudden voice frightened Kinsey Locke, her trembling fingers almost knocked over the teacup, and she froze for a moment before realizing Gabriel Rodriguez was speaking. Kinsey Locke turned to follow the flickering light, she saw that he was raising his hand to rub his forehead, perhaps because of drinking alcohol, he had a headache.

After waiting for a while, when no one answered, he finally opened his eyes and turned his head towards her.

Kinsey Locke was electrocuted in the blink of an eye, her pupils as dark as night outside the window, deep and calm, staring at her. When he was drunk, the pupils in his eyes were not only not as dull and vague as others, but on the contrary, his gaze became sharper and made the opposite person dare not look directly. She looked at it for a second and quickly looked down. Kinsey Locke's chest pounded fast; when her heart rate returned to normal, only a feeling of embarrassment remained in her.

Although she didn't dare to look in the dark, she could clearly feel his eyes never leaving hers. He watched her like a hunter, calmly waiting for his prey to fall into a trap, remaining quiet and indifferent while tormenting others with all his might. Kinsey Locke only felt her chest about to explode, as if she could feel the heat from that gaze suddenly suffocating her.

Outside the window, lightning suddenly flashed, almost lighting up the silence of the sky; Gabriel Rodriguez's eyes were deep, staring at the girl who was startled by the sudden lightning outside. That girl wore a thin black nightgown that further accentuated her smooth, spotless, almost perfect bright skin. Kinsey Locke tensed, gulping, this kind of stare she couldn't avoid.

After a long while, she bit her lip lightly, just wanting to open her mouth to break this suffocating silence. When Gabriel Rodriguez spoke first, his voice was still the same, low and indifferent...

"What time is it?" He asked again and continued to close his eyes, resting his head on the sofa.

Kinsey Locke saw that he wasn't looking at her anymore; she relaxed slightly, looked up at her watch, and said softly, "It's almost 1 a.m." After saying that, she brought a cup of refreshing tea and put it in front of him, "Drink this. At least you won't have a headache tomorrow morning."

She glanced at the watch on his wrist, under him the dim, sumptuous chandelier; her chest swayed briefly. Is this person used to being served? He could know the time just by raising her hand, but he still asked her strangely.

Gabriel Rodriguez didn't budge; not even his eyes opened.

Kinsey Locke is always standing by, not knowing what to say.

"It's late; go to sleep, don't worry about me; it's annoying ." He finally spoke, and seeing the frown on his forehead, she knew he was tired from drinking.

The polite, unfamiliar words stunned her. Looking at her cheek under the light made her heart skip a beat, and in the end, she quietly sat next to him. This was the second time she had been this close to him, so close that she could smell his breath, fragrant with amber, as light as wood.

Although amber is often used as a perfume for men, she knows well that this is the natural scent of Gabriel Rodriguez, light as water, and must be smelled carefully to feel it; it is the smell of a mature, mature man but modest. At the same time, she could smell the alcohol on him, the incredible aroma of wine mixed with his unique amber scent, but she could still clearly know that the wine he drank tonight was Louis' red wine. Because of its scarcity and expensiveness, this type of wine, which was only explicitly provided for the banquets of government officials, was impossible to buy in the market.

Kinsey Locke could have gone to her room immediately, but she did not.

Seeing him look annoyed, she couldn't bear it either. Even though he didn't want to drink tea, at least he couldn't sit on the sofa all night. She sighed softly, unnaturally, and said, "Brother-in-law, or should I help you go your room..."

"What do you call me?" Gabriel Rodriguez opened his eyes again without waiting for her to finish, but this time his gaze on her was no longer one of observation and evaluation. His eyes now seemed to be questioning her sternly. Although he did not raise his intonation, he was still low and low, but his gaze at this moment was more like giving her authority and orders.

Kinsey Locke hastily corrected her words: "Sorry, Gabriel..."

Sharp eyes, attentive to her confused face. After a long while, he averted his gaze, "Give me tea to cool off."

She handed him the cup of tea. He took it, drank it all, then leaned forward slightly, placing the empty cup on the table.

This arbitrary move had let her smell another scent that didn't originally belong to him.