Gabrielle felt a little dizzy. She pointed to Jackson Oliver, asking Bryan Flynn, "Is your takeaway? I didn't order takeout. It is late-night. Who ordered it?"
Since the light was too bright, Bryan couldn't see Gabrielle clear and then he screwed up his eyes, "You asked me to order takeout. Besides, you also asked me to bring a strong and sexy gigolo."
Gabrielle was confused and asked, "Did I?"
"Yes, you did. I recommend myself, but you refused me because you think I am far too skinny."
Then Bryan looked at Jackson up and down. "Probably, I knew this man," thought Bryan.
Bryan stared at Jackson, who looked cold and silent. Bryan became more anxious and nervous when Jackson walked to Gabrielle.
"You wanted to get a gigolo?" Jackson challenged Gabrielle.
"You are my gigolo," Gabrielle patted Jackson's muscle chest, but Jackson stopped him.
"Gabrielle Peters, are you crazy?" Gabrielle felt there was warm air.
