"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.
