CHAPTER 133

Cynthia's breath caught in her throat. This man's tyranny often made her unable to breathe, but why couldn't she hate him? You can't hate it? She wanted to say something, but her voice suddenly softened, "Don't be like this next time, Peter and I are not like how you think we are. I only consider him as a friend."

Gabriel snorted, "Do you think that in his eyes, you are only his friend? A man will never be simply nice to a woman unless he has ulterior motives. "

"He's not the kind of person you think he is. He respects me." Cynthia cried out for Peter.

Gabriel's gaze immediately became deeper, and became dangerous, "You still dare to speak up for him?"

Gabriel moved his lips, his body pressing down from the driver's seat. His firm chest was pressing down on her soft upper body, causing her to reach out and push him, "Gabriel… Speak properly when you speak … "You …"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man had already covered her mouth with a domineering kiss.

Although Cynthia had