Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 945: Gabriela’s Deep Cleavage

Gabriela was already crying harder, pressing my hand to her cheek.

"Please, Jack... we were so scared. Marina only told us you were hurt... she said hospital... accident... but she didn’t say how bad. We ran here as soon as we heard. Just tell us the truth."

Lorena sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I kept calling... and calling... and no one answered. I thought... I thought we lost you..."

Yuko shrank back a step—practically invisible against the wall now. Her hands twisted in the hem of her t-shirt.

[They care about him so much... they’re crying... they flew here... I’m the one who hurt him. If they knew... if they knew it was me...]

I squeezed Gabriela’s hand gently, meeting each of their eyes in turn.

"I promise—I’m okay. The doctors said I’ll be discharged tomorrow. It looks worse than it is. No one needs to be executed, Jayden. No investigations, no pressure on anyone. Let it go. Please."

Jayden exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly not satisfied, but he gave a single, reluctant nod.

"Fine. But if I find out someone’s responsible later..."

Gabriela leaned in and kissed my forehead—soft, maternal, tear-stained.

"Just rest, mi amor. We’re here now. You’re not alone."

Lorena pressed her cheek to the back of my hand, still sniffling.

"We’ll stay tonight. All of us. No arguments."

Yuko stayed silent the whole time—small, guilty, eyes downcast.

[They don’t suspect me... they don’t even look at me like I could’ve done it. I’m just... the quiet girl in the corner. Thank god... but I still feel like I don’t deserve to be here... after what I did...]

Julie emerged from the bathroom at that moment—hair quickly tied back, skirt smoothed (though the wet patch on the back was still faintly visible if you looked closely). She had reapplied lipstick, but her cheeks were still flushed, eyes bright with lingering satisfaction.

"Oh my," she said brightly, clapping her hands once. "The cavalry has arrived! Gabriela, Lorena, Jayden—darlings, you scared me half to death bursting in like that."

She moved smoothly to my bedside—opposite Yuko—and laid a perfectly innocent hand on my shoulder.

"He’s fine, really. Just a silly accident. Nothing dramatic."

Jayden grunted, still suspicious.

"Accident, my ass. But fine. We’ll stay until discharge."

Gabriela finally noticed Yuko—really noticed her—standing quietly in the corner.

"And you are...?"

Yuko flinched, bowing her head slightly.

"I’m... Yuko. I’ve been... helping take care of Jack."

Gabriela’s expression softened instantly—warm, maternal.

"Oh, sweetheart. Thank you. Come here—sit with us. You must be exhausted, too."

Yuko hesitated—glancing at me for permission—then shuffled over and perched on the very edge of the bed, as far from everyone as possible.

[They’re so kind... so worried about him. I don’t deserve to be here... I’m the reason he’s hurt...]

The room settled into an uneasy, emotional quiet—three powerful, tear-streaked people hovering protectively around me, Julie playing perfect caretaker, Yuko shrinking into herself with guilt.

Gabriela, Lorena, and even Jayden immediately shifted into full caretaker mode the moment they realized I wasn’t on death’s door.

Gabriela sat on the edge of the bed closest to me, gently lifting the water cup from the side table and bringing it to my lips with the tenderness of a mother hen. "Here, mi amor... small sips. Don’t choke." Her free hand brushed my hair back from my forehead, eyes still red-rimmed from crying but now soft with relief.

Lorena, kneeling on my other side, had already opened the small container of hospital soup someone had left earlier. She scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and held it to my mouth. "Open up... you need strength. Look how thin you’ve gotten already." Her voice wobbled every few words, but she kept feeding me—slow, careful spoonfuls—like I was made of glass.

Jayden—despite his usual stoic demeanor—stood at the foot of the bed like a sentinel, arms crossed, but every few seconds he’d reach over and adjust my pillow or pull the blanket higher, muttering under his breath about "incompetent hospital staff" and "someone’s going to pay if this wasn’t really an accident."

Yuko sat silently on the far edge of the mattress, hands twisted in her lap, eyes downcast. The guilt was eating her alive—she was the one who’d hurt me, after all—and now these three beautiful, powerful older women were fussing over me like worried little wives while she felt like an intruder.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

"I... I’m going to take a look at your discharge procedure," she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. "It’s morning now... the doctor said yesterday you can be discharged today. I’ll... I’ll go talk to them."

Yuko bolted from the room like a shadow fleeing the light—her damp towel clutched tight against her chest, door swinging shut behind her with a soft thud that echoed in the sudden quiet.

The click of the lock from the bathroom had barely faded, but she was already gone, her footsteps fading down the hallway toward the nurses’ station.

Guilt had her in its teeth; I could feel it lingering in the air like smoke, even through her absence. She needed space—time to wrestle with the shame of being the one who’d put me here, while these three powerful, beautiful women fussed over me like I was their shared treasure.

The room settled into a charged hush. Gabriela, Lorena, and Jayden still hovered—Gabriela’s hand lingering on my arm, Lorena’s spoon frozen mid-air with a half-scooped bit of soup, Jayden’s jaw set like he was mentally drafting execution orders.

Julie leaned against the wall near the door, arms crossed under her chest, a sly, knowing smile playing on her lips as she watched the scene unfold. She knew what was coming; she always did.

I sat up fully now—stretching my arms overhead with a lazy groan, feeling the faint pull of the bruises but ignoring it. My legs extended, toes flexing against the end of the bed. The hospital gown gaped open just enough to hint at what lay beneath, but I didn’t bother fixing it. Let them see. Let them remember.

Lorena’s eyes widened. "What are you doing?! You’re hurt—don’t move around like that!"

I waved my hand dismissively, grinning.

"It’s nothing. Really."