Lock You In My Heart

Gabnelle reached out and pinched Westley's face. The corners of her mouth curved upwards and a complacent smile formed on her face.

"Mr. Morris, you are jealous again. You said that you wouldn't be angry with me, but now you are so angry as if I have done something wrong again." Gabrielle deliberately put on an aggrieved and pitiful expression and looked at him.

Looking at the look on Gabrielle's face, Westley couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well, I'm not angry. Even if I want to be angry, I shouldn't be angry with you. I should be angry with myself. I didn't get the chance to be a part of your past. So, I don't have the right to comment on your past things," he quickly responded

"Westley, everyone has a past. The most important thing for us is to live in the present as fully as possible. Don't mind so much about what happened in the past. Besides, I did not have a secret crush on anybody else. At that time, I was still in my adolescence, and I didn't know what love really was." Gabrielle gave out an explanation when she noticed the solemn look on Westley's face. In fact, she wanted to tell him that Bryce was probably the only person she ever liked throughout her school days. However, in Bryce's eyes, her love was a lifelong disgust. To be honest, Gabrielle felt a little disappointed in her heart since she got despised so strongly.

But, thankfully, God sent Westley her way, giving her the opportunity to feel the essence of love properly. Now she not only knew what real love was, but she also got to know what it felt like to be so deeply loved by someone else. R

"I really want to know what my dear wife looked like when you had a naive understanding of love in your adolescence," Westley said in a soft tone..

"Not as beautiful as I am right now. At that time, I was a poor girl who was self-abased and ugly. Are you sure you want to see me like that?" Gabrielle asked him curiously.

Moreover, everything she mentioned was true. She did, indeed, have low self-esteem and kept a low-key profile throughout her school days. Although she had good grades, she never made too much of herself.

She was the most inconspicuous ordinary girl, and no one would give her a second glance. ©

"Gabrielle, my honey, no matter what you looked like, you're the best. So don't say that,"

Westley squeezed her hand and said seriously. The woman who could be his wife was already very superior, so there was no need for an inferiority complex.

"I know. I used to have low self-esteem, but that is no longer the case. I'm Mrs. Morris, your wife. With the confidence you've given me, I'll never feel inferior again," Gabrielle declared firmly with a confident smile on her face.

"Yes, you have to remember that you are my wife, a noble identity that many people envy." This time, Westley reached out and happily held Gabrielle in his arms.

"I know, so I am very proud and happy for my identity as Mrs. Morris." Gabrielle directly said out a confirmation.

"Can you tell me how many boys you have liked before and how many times you've been rejected?" Westley immediately brought up another subject.

The subject changed so fast that Gabrielle couldn't react for a moment.

"Mr. Morris, could you please remind me a little when you change the topic? If you suddenly change like this, I won't be able to react." Gabrielle couldn't help but smile.

Just now, she was about to comment that this man was tolerant. But, before she could even Say anything, it was revealed that her judgment was wrong.

Looking at how this man made the most of the chance he got, it seemed that he was pretty skilled at eliciting words. Now he was even asking who she used to have a crush on.

Aside from having a crush on Bryce, she had never really liked any other boys, let alone confessing bravely. At that time, even simply being in front of Bryce and confessing took all of her willpower and courage. But in his eyes, she was nothing more than an eyesore. Being despised and desperate, she no longer dared to confess her love to others.

"I Just want to know something about your youth. If you really don't want to say, just forget it." Westley also knew that he had made Gabrielle feel a little embarrassed, and she appeared uncomfortable speaking out. Those events were already a part of the past. So he didn't want Gabrielle to feel pressured by his questions. After all, there was no need to bring up the bad memories.

"Mr. Morris, it's not that I don't want to answer you. It's just that I don't really know how to answer you can't recall much because it's been a long time, and many people's faces are blurred in my mind." What Gabrielle said was half true and half false.

"Gabrielle, it's me who put you in a dilemma. Don't think too much. I have never doubted anything about you. I just want to know

more about you," Westley said calmly.

Hearing this, a smile formed on Gabrielle's face, and she said, "You just need to know who I am now. You can ignore the past Gabnielle."

She used to be so bad in the past, so she didn't want Westley to know that imperfect and ugly side of her.

"Then let me ask you another question. Let's say we were classmates or you were my junior. If so, would you like me and give me a love letter or gift to confess your love?" Westley asked her seriously, although it was a hypothetical question.

Gabrielle found it difficult to answer the question. After all, the question seemed to be simple, but anyone who could see a big picture would understand that it was a tricky one. Moreover, Alexis had asked her such a question before. Alexis asked her if she would send something to Westley and her answer was no.

But this time, the circumstances were totally different because the one who asked the question was Westley himself. So, if she didn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would be even more depressed and unhappy. Her heart couldn't stand seeing him sad. "What's wrong? Is it difficult to answer?" Westley, who was quite looking forward to Gabrielle's answer, asked when he noticed a trace of hesitation in her expression

As for him, he hoped Gabrielle to fall in love with him at first sight and then expected her to express her love for him and give him gifts.

"Westley, that is impossible. We can't be classmates, and I can't be your junior. So how can I go to the same school as you?" Gabnielle deliberately tried her best to dodge the question.

"Gabnelle, it's just a hypothetical scenario. You can answer it directly. Don't be afraid of making me sad believe Alexis had already told you what I was like in my school days. Just imagine it." Westley's heart was full of expectations and hopes. Since he was so popular with girls in his school days, he felt that Gabrielle would like him as well.

After all, he was the face of the school, handsome and smart, and there was no girl who didn't like him.

"I know you've always been popular with girls. You were good-looking, good at studying and excellent in all kinds of subjects. All the girls in the school liked you so much, and I think I would like you too. But I don't think I would have the courage to send you a love letter to express my love. After all, I was the most inconspicuous girl in the school. How dare I send a love letter to a boy like you?" Gabrielle answered with a detailed and logical analytical explanation.

"Gabrielle, I would support you! I would accept your love letter and whatever gift you gave me. I would only accept what you gave me," Westley said cheerfully.

Even though it was just a hypothetical answer, he had already lost his mind the moment he heard Gabrielle say she would like him.