"I didn't think about it." Gabrielle said with a smile, "It's better to let Holly think about it. I want to live a few more years."

Since she came to the club, she never took small things to her heart.

She knew that Jackson only liked her body and that she couldn't be the female protagonist with her own efforts.

To put it bluntly, it was just a transaction in which each one took what he needed.

In this transaction, Gabrielle did not feel it's low and degrading to sell her body.

In the club, she didn't feel that she was a tool for men to vent their desires.

She was happy with Jackson, too.

As to whether or not to think about the future, she really didn't think about it.

Perhaps she did not love this man, and Jackson did not fall in love with her for a long time.

The man's dark eyes were like a night sky with no stars. His face was covered with coldness and indifference, which hid his emotions thoroughly.

Jackson lowered his eyelashes and turned his face elsewhere, "Take off the wedding dress."

Jackson didn't want to continue with the topic related to marriage.

Gabrielle mumbled, "I haven't worn the wedding dress enough yet."

She walked to the mirror in the dressing room, admiring the wedding dress. It's the first time that she was wearing a wedding dress, and it was the ultimate dream for every woman to wear a wedding dress.

Gabrielle liked to wear white dresses. This white and holy wedding dress gave off a faint glow.

The dress was dotted with diamonds, which were like dewdrops on the petals early in the morning. The wedding dress was so beautiful that Gabrielle was not willing to take it off.

She took a picture of the dress in the mirror and threw her phone to Jackson.

"Jackson, could you take pictures of me?"

The man darkened his face, took the phone from Gabrielle, and took pictures of her.

Every picture was picturesque and did not require any decoration.

"Are the pictures taken?" Gabrielle looked at Jackson, who was still raising the mobile phone.

"Yeah." Jackson sent the pictures to his own phone in secret.

Soon, Jackson deleted all the records of the transmission.

He gave the phone back to Gabrielle, who was changing the wedding dress in the dressing room. Gabrielle sat on the sofa, took out her phone, and looked through the photo album.

The more she looked through the photo album, the more Jackson didn't want her photos to be seen by others.

He just wanted her photos in a wedding dress to be seen by him alone.

She couldn't be his wife. Would she marry another man later?

She would be as beautiful as she was today. Dressed in such a wedding dress, she would marry another man.

He really wanted to imprison her, and then she would belong to him.

Gabrielle stuck her head out and called him, "Jackson."

The man looked up at her.

"Help me zip it down. I can't reach it."

Jackson walked over and reached for the seamless zipper behind her.

With the wedding dress zipped down, Jackson stared at her back.

Gabrielle didn't wear lingerie just now in order to wear this wedding dress.

At this time, the man standing behind her gazed at her beautiful sphenoid, breathing heavily.

Gabrielle turned her head around. Her neck was perfect and attractive under the light, and her fair skin gave off a white glow.

Jackson pressed her against the mirror and lifted her dress. His arms were covered with cloud-like gauze, and he couldn't lift the dress successfully.

The man darkened his face, and he became so restless and impatient.

When Gabrielle looked at his look, she made a laugh.

Jackson frowned and wanted to tear off her wedding dress directly.

"Oh! This wedding dress is prepared for Holly. Take care." Gabrielle pressed his hand.

"It's not her business," Jackson whispered, and he didn't care how precious this wedding dress was, and whom the wedding dress belonged to.

Gabrielle leaned against the cold mirror, which reflected two unbearable souls.

She slightly raised her delicate chin.

The wedding dress, which had been zipped down, was half-covered in front of her chest. The color of her snow-colored skin was almost identical to the white wedding dress.

The man bowed his head and could not resist her temptation. He buried his face in her chest and touched the soft and smooth skin with his lips.

He tried to tear off the wedding dress again, but he couldn't tear it off. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Gabrielle!" Jackson ordered her.

But she leaned against the mirror and didn't move, "Beg me, and I will help you."

Jackson was resisting, and he frowned.

He kept asking for her, but he got nothing.

There's a lot of inexhaustible friction sound coming from the gauzy dress. In the end, Jackson begged her in an ordered tone, "Gabrielle, I'm ordering you. I want you."

When he was speaking, the hot breath was sprayed on the face of Gabrielle. Gabrielle's lips were dry, but she still raised her chin and refused to compromise.

"Beg me."

Jackson took a breath, "Please."

Gabrielle burst into laughter, and her hands finally pulled up her dress to reveal her thighs.

Her hands were against the wall of the dressing room. She didn't know how long it took, and her palms flushed slightly. She slid down from the wall after she lost all her strength.

Gabrielle finally took off the wedding dress, but a few diamonds in the wedding dress fell on the ground.

She carried the wedding dress, and there was helpless emotion in her voice.

"The wedding dress is dirty!"

The sexual desire in Jackson's mind was not faded, and he glanced at the white wedding dress.

"Whatever!"

When the screen of the mobile phone not far away lit up, he went to answer the phone. He kept silent as if he were not answering the phone at all.

Jackson twisted his eyebrows and did not realize that he clenched his hand into a fist.

After hanging up the phone, he said solemnly, "Hill said that your debt to the club had been paid off, and you can leave the club at any time."