Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 2145

He sneered, his face shadowed with menace. "Mind your own business. Crossing me won't end well for you."

Gabriel flicked his cigarette butt with a sharp gesture, sending it sailing flawlessly into a trash can. He followed up with a swift kick, his movement fierce and brutal, sending Timothy flying through the air.

With a loud "thud," Timothy hit the wall and then collapsed to the ground with a thump, his body convulsing in pain. Before he could even attempt to get up, another vicious kick from Gabriel sent him tumbling headfirst into the garbage bin.

Having dealt with Timothy, Gabriel cast a cold glance at Sylvia and turned to head back toward the private booth.

Sylvia hurried after him, tentatively grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. "Hey, hero, how about I show my gratitude with a little more... personal thanks?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Gabriel paused mid-stride and looked back at her, his eyes gloomy and expression indifferent. "You're in the mood for jokes?"

"I'm deadly serious," Sylvia chuckled, her eyes glimmering mischievously.

As she spoke, she noticed a girl approaching and quickly pushed open the door to the nearby booth, pulling Gabriel inside with her.

With a sharp "bang," Sylvia closed the door and pressed Gabriel against the wall, her slim finger on his lips. "Shh."

Gabriel took a deep breath, removed her hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's the trouble now?"

"Evelyn's on her way. We can't let her catch us together, or it might tarnish your reputation," Sylvia said with a teasing smile.

The booth was empty, illuminated only by a dim wall lamp casting a warm, yellow glow. Under the soft light, Sylvia's beauty was enchanting, her every glance and smile captivating.

Gabriel frowned. "Aren't you a handful when you're being mischievous?"

Sylvia looked up at him, and suddenly leaned in close, her lips tantalizingly near his. She pouted with a hint of melancholy. "Why didn't you help me earlier? If I hadn't called out, would you have really left?"

"If I weren't there, I trust you would've kicked his ass yourself," Gabriel said.

He had no intention of leaving; he just wanted to discard his cigarette.

When Timothy insulted him, calling him an old man, Gabriel was furious. How could he let that slide?

Hearing his words, Sylvia chuckled, her eyes shining brighter as she tugged at his shirt and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Gabriel tilted his head, his tone still aloof, "What's your deal with Eugene?"

Sylvia admitted honestly, "He's into me, but I haven't agreed to anything."

"If you like him, then you and I are done," Gabriel stated.

Sylvia paused, her bright eyes dimming. "Do you really think I'm that promiscuous, playing both sides?"

Gabriel remained silent.

Sylvia took a step back, biting her lip, and turned to pull open the door.

Suddenly, Gabriel's arm snaked around her waist, spinning her around to press her against the wall as he leaned in for a deep, intense kiss.

Sylvia held stiff, unresponsive, but it only lasted three seconds before she clung to his shoulders, kissing him back fervently.

They knew each other too well, every action, every look, revealing their likes and dislikes.

In the heat of their embrace, Sylvia's heart raced, pounding wildly as she lost herself in his passion. It felt as if, after all these years, they had both changed.

She had become more dependent on him, and he had started to respond with warmth and enthusiasm.

Suddenly, she felt a pang of fear.