Nemesis Game novel Chapter 97

Samantha's pupils were dilated. She couldn't believe what Gabriel said. Gabriel was such a gentle person, but now his eyes were full of coldness and his elegant temperament disappeared.

"How could your father be so partial?" Samantha said nervously.

There was a glint of mockery in his eyes. "Partial?"

He laughed coldly. The emotionless ridicule and cold smile hit Samantha's weak heart hard.

"He has no heart at all."

His word pierced people's hearts.

Samantha looked at him with a gloomy look in her eyes, and suddenly identified with him. He seemed to be successful, but in fact… It's no wonder Gabriel's determination was so firm.

"So... Both we are the same person." She slowly retracted her gaze and tried to force a smile to comfort him.

Gabriel saw through her thoughts, the coldness on his face disappeared. His slender fingers held her wrists, "You don't have to sympathize with me, you or pity me. I've long been used to all this experience."

"I am not pitying or sympathizing with you." Samantha looked up and her heart was beating, "I just feel distressed for you."

She said this word seriously. His expression suddenly changed. His deep-set eyes were like the sparkling stars in the dark night.

The air seemed to be quiet.

His hand was still clasping her wrist, and the faint warmth slowly penetrated into her skin.

The delicate scent of sandalwood was all over him, and the moment his skin touched her, her heart felt like an electric shock and was slightly numb.

"Does it hurt?" He gazed at the scar on the back of her hand, and there was slight fluctuation in his deep eyes.

The wound had healed a long time ago, and it didn't hurt at all now, but Samantha suddenly cried.

She felt pain.

She had suffered the grievances and pains for so many years and she got used to pretend to be strong. But now his word destroyed them.

His warmth melted her heart.

She didn't know why she suddenly shed the tears. His warm eyes entangled her like an airtight web.

His gentleness was like a rising horizontal line.

A lot of tears rolled out of her eyes and fell onto the back of his hand.

Her vision blurred. She had overcome all obstacles alone. She was covered with wounds, so she had long been used to it.

But she still felt hurt. Why she cried? Maybe it was because no one had ever asked her whether it hurt or not.

And Gabriel was the only one to ask her.

He was like a warm spring breeze, or like water waves, slowly kissing all her festering wounds and bringing her new hope and vitality.

The room was silent except for her sobbing.

"I don't hurt, I don't hurt at all... Don't worry about me, I'm fine at all, but I don't know... Why I want to cry. Gabriel, why do you say this?" she choked out.

"With me, you can cry or laugh loudly."

He smiled thinly. His face looked soft and his hands are still warm.

He stretched his arms around her shoulders and hugged her in his arms. This kind of movement was so familiar, it was like he gently hugged her when she was awakened by a nightmare in those three months.

His breath and warmth were her support and harbor when she was in despair.

She threw herself into his arms and twined her arms around his neck, calling his name loudly.

"Gabriel—"