Liz couldn't help but be captivated by this unusual sight. She had grown accustomed to seeing the lively and expressive side of Gabriel, but now, he appeared serene and unblemished, a stark contrast to his usual self.
"He is beautiful," Liz whispered to herself, her hand instinctively reaching out to gently caress Gabriel's face.
Her action did not go unnoticed by the maid girls, who looked on with envy at the attention Liz bestowed upon Gabriel.
"Oh, you fool, Liz! Do you really think you like Gabriel, the alpha playboy who charms all the attractive girls around, like the maid girls who stand in line around me with their chests swollen and bouncy like jelly as they walk?" Liz grimaced, eyeing the mesmerizing curve of their cleavages.
Then, she noticed the bandages wrapped around Gabriel's face from his elbow, and a sigh escaped her lips.
Her mind raced with thoughts, wondering if Gabriel had attempted to harm himself.
But why?
