Lock You In My Heart

Westley walked ahead with Gabrielle on his back. Gabrielle was a little worried when she heard that Holly had

fainted.

"Westley, Holly fainted," Gabrielle said as she patted Westley on the shoulder.

"I heard it. Remy is also there. Holly will be okay." Westley continued to walk forward calmly.

He didn't react much as if Holly was a complete stranger to him. His reaction showed that fainting or falling had nothing to do with him. !

'What a cold and heartless man!' Gabrielle couldn't help but make a remark in her heart.

However, she didn't really feel angry to see Westley's indifference towards other women. Instead, she felt happy and privileged to know that he had a soft spot in his heart just for her.

"Hope Miss Edwards is all right. She was in a serious condition when I held her a few moments ago. And now she even passed out."

Gabrielle sincerely hoped that nothing bad happened to Holly..

However, it was not because she was a saintly person with a big heart and a lot of forgiveness. She simply didn't

want Holly to have an accident in this place. She wouldn't bother to worry if something happened to Holly in some other places. On top of that, they had completely become love rivals.

So, when it came to Holly, there was no need for her to pretend to be a good person at all.

After all, that was what she was like: someone who drew a clear line between love and hate. If someone treated her

well, she would radiate that energy and treat them likewise; I

As long as the other person was good to her, she would return the favor.

In the same way, if someone was bad to her, she would counterattack to the fullest extent possible.

Holly was evil and vicious. So, why would Gabrielle be kind to her anyway?

"There's nothing to be worried about. Remy and Joseph are both there. I'm sure she's okay. Plus, Joseph won't let anything happen to anyone in his resort," Westley said, his expression being indifferent and calm. Gabrielle felt that Westley's words did really make sense.

After all, the resort was built on fame. There was no way he would allow anything awful to happen or anybody to die in his place. If something like that happened in such a well-known place, the news would quickly reach the front page, and it was pure bad luck.

"Well, I see." Gabrielle leaned on Westley's shoulder and smiled. Her whole body became more relaxed.

"Gabrielle, you care so much about irrelevant people. Why don't you pay more attention to your husband instead?"

Noticing that someone other than him was in his wife's thoughts, Westley reminded Gabrielle.

Hearing this, Gabrielle burst out laughing. It was amusing to see Westley being so jealous even of a girl.

"All my attention is exactly on Mr. Morris. To show my sincerity and gratitude for carrying me back to the hotel, how about I help you take a bath? What do you think?" Gabrielle earnestly proposed a way to compensate.

Westley was really pleased with Gabrielle's proposal. What was the advantage of marrying a smart woman? The answer would be she could do whatever she knew you liked, and she would coax you in the most direct way. That was everything he needed.

"Gabrielle, this is what you said. Don't go back on your words," Westley said, his face beaming.

"Of course, I won't take back. I'll give you a bath when we are back. After that, we'll go to the dining room for

dinner," Gabrielle replied. In the next moment, she could clearly feel that his steps were much faster.

Just how anxious he was to go back? Sure enough, men were like kids. They could get easily swayed by the words of others.

"Westley, slow down. You're like jogging now." Gabrielle couldn't help reminding him.

"Gabrielle, you know that I can't wait to rush back to the hotel right now and then let you take a good shower for

me This is such a rare opportunity, and I must seize it." As he spoke, Westley hurried to the villa.

Gabrielle immediately laughed after hearing this. Sensing the other party's eagerness, she said nothing more and simply let him be.

Anyway, she had to take responsibility for the promise she had made.

When they got to the hotel, Westley led the way to the room upstairs with Gabrielle on his back. He then carried her straight into the bathroom as they entered the room.

"Mr. Morris, don't you think you are too anxious? You haven't taken out the clothes to wear later yet. Also, the water hasn't been put in yet. So, why don't you go look for the clothes first? I'll fill the water for you." Looking at Westley's frantic behavior, Gabrielle was absolutely dumbfounded.

"Not necessary. I can do it when I'm done with the shower. Also, I can just put on a bathrobe later." Westley didn't "isten to Gabrielle's words at all and started taking off his coat.

Sut as soon as he finished taking off the coat, his action came to a halt. Then his pair of eyes fell quietly on Gabrielle. "Gabrielle, since you are here to help me in the bath, you should start with the most basic things, such as taking off my clothes."

Gabrielle was filling the tub with water, and when she heard Westley's words, she immediately burst out laughing. "Mr. Morris, you're not a child, and you are certainly capable of taking off the clothes by yourself when taking a shower, aren't you?" Standing in front of Westley, Gabrielle looked up at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You are not someone else. You are my wife, and only you can take off my clothes. Do you think anyone can do that as they want?" Westley stared into Gabrielle's eyes and said jokingly.

Of course not. You're Westley. Who would dare to undress' you? Will you give others that chance?" Gabrielle asked, although she clearly knew no one would get such a chance.

Not to mention taking his clothes off, simply touching them would enrage Westley. In the worst-case possible, they would probably end up in the coffin if they did so.

"I won't give anyone such a chance. I only leave this opportunity to Mrs. Morris." Westley smirked as he raised his brows.

"Then I'm really honored. I'll have to thank Mr. Morris for rendering such a precious opportunity to me." Gabrielle deliberately said these words in a strange accent.

"Come on, Mrs. Morris. I'm all yours today." Westley spread out his arms as if he could put up with being treated arbitrarily by her.

Gabrielle did precisely what he asked for. She started taking off her coat and then hung it aside. When she was

ubout to take off her sweater, Westley came over to help her take it off.

"Gabrielle, let me help you take it off. And you do it for me later. It'll be fairer, right?" Westley made an excuse while helping her with the clothes.

His excuse really made Gabrielle hard to refuse, so she simply followed his words and let him help undress her.

"Mr. Morns, just the sweater. I have to help you take a bath later, so you can't take off too much." Gabrielle couldn't help but remind Westley to save him from taking off her clothes in excitement.

! In fact, Westley had this plan since he wanted to take a bath together with Gabrielle.

After all, the bathtub was big enough for the two of them to go in and wash together.

"Gabrielle, let's take a bath together. It saves time, energy, and water. What do you think?" Westley didn't stop what he was doing as he continued to take off her clothes.

Gabrielle knew that she had no way to stop him, so she simply stopped struggling and decided to take a bath with him.

It just so happened that she could help him wash, and he could help her wash.

"Wesuey, we can bathe together, but you have to promise me that you won't do anything else. We nave to gc to nave ainner with everyone else later." Gabrielle warned Westley seriously. in Tact, she could just give a warning with words. After all, she had no idea whether Westley would Listen to her or not.