Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 539

It was almost ten in the morning. The sun was blazing outside the window.

“Gabrielle, don’t be afraid. I’m right here. I’m with you.” Westley pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her forehead, waiting for her to wake up.

“No. Don’t… Westley, you can’t… ” Gabrielle woke up with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she saw the blurry image of Westley looking at her. She blinked and looked at him again.

“Westley, you’re fine!” Gabrielle examined his face in surprise as the images of the horrific nightmare continued to haunt her.

“Gabrielle, I’m fine. It’s just a nightmare. I’m fine now. We’re all fine. What did you dream about?” Westley comforted her, rocking her in his arms.

“Someone was chasing us, and you fell in front of me with blood all over your body. I tried saving you but couldn’t. I…”

“All right. Don’t be afraid. They usually say that if you imagine someone dying in your dreams, they will end up living a long, healthy life. We’ll be fine. Do you want to sleep a little longer?” Westley coaxed her.

“No, I want to get up. I’m starving. Besides, I have to meet Ms. Glyn this afternoon. It’s better to prepare in advance,” Gabrielle said, shaking her head intently.

“You are right. You fell asleep last night without having dinner. You better get up and eat something.” Westley got up and pulled her up from the bed.

“How dare you say that? Who… Are you okay?” Gabrielle rolled up his pants and checked his left shin as she remembered something.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the wound was neatly bandaged.

There were bloodstains all over the bedsheet yesterday. She had been scared witless.

Gabrielle had never been aggressive and courageous before. Now, with Westley’s influence, she felt she had turned into a devil and had gone to the extent of harming someone.

“Don’t worry. Remy has already cleaned the wound and applied medicine.” Westley smiled. Gabrielle could picture Remy’s reaction when he saw the wound. Her face burned with embarrassment. “Westley, did Remy say anything?” Gabrielle asked, squirming with unease. “Don’t worry. He didn’t say anything. Wash your face and get ready.”

Westley directly carried her to the bathroom. When the two of them went downstairs, Remy wasn’t around, and Jenna had already prepared breakfast. “Sir, madam, breakfast is ready. Please sit down. Let me serve you.” Jenna greeted them with a smile. “Jenna, where is Remy?” Gabrielle asked, cocking her head to the side.

“He went to see Rose,” she answered. “Oh, I see.” Gabrielle took Westley’s hand and sat down to eat with him. When they finished eating, Remy returned home, looking relaxed. “Remy, how is Rose?” “She is better than I expected. Maybe it’s because she works out regularly and maintains a healthy lifestyle. I’m guessing she will recover in a day or two. But Doctor Maniac needs a few more days to recuperate,” Remy explained, blowing out a loud breath. “Oh, thank God!” Gabrielle felt much better to hear that.

After all, she owed her life to Rose. She was happier than anyone else to hear that Rose would recover soon.

“Are you going to see her now?” asked Remy.

“No, I ha

ve important work today.” Gabrielle had to prepare for the jewelry exhibition, so she planned to see Rose on her way home after work.

“Okay, you can see her later.” Remy plopped on the sofa in the living room and sighed.

Westley had specially ordered dresses and shoes for Gabrielle. Once everything arrived, he took her upstairs to get her changed.

When Gabrielle went to change the dress, her eyes widened as she saw the hickeys all over her body.

“Westley! Look at what you have done. You knew I was going to the party today. Why did you do this? How can I go out now? It’s embarrassing.” Gabrielle was furious.

Although her dress covered the hickeys on her chest and back, it couldn’t hide the ones on her collar bones.

‘Gosh! Westley has gone too far this time.’

“Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter. It will ward off the men who try hooking up with you tonight.” Westley was happy to see the hickeys that seemed to tell everyone that his woman was already taken.

He couldn’t think of any man coveting his wife. Gabrielle belonged to him alone, and the hickeys seemed to declare his love for her. “Westley, no man would be so interested in me. You are just thinking too much.” Gabrielle rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe why he was so jealous. “Well, it’s not obvious here. You can cover it with your hair. Leave your hair loose instead of tying it up tonight.” Westley combed his fingers through her hair and gently draped them around the marks. That way, no

one could see his wife’s slender, milky neck and sexy collar bones as well. Knowing his intention, Gabrielle scoffed angrily.

“Why don’t I put on a mask when I go out? It would make things easier for you.” “Really? I hope it is a masquerade party.” Westley grinned happily. Gabrielle ignored his words and pushed him out of the room before combing her hair and putting on her makeup. She was attending the party with Melissa, representing her brand. Therefore, she took extra care to prepare well, for she didn’t want to embarrass Melissa in any way. About half an hour later,

Gabrielle walked out. Westley’s eyes widened; his jaw dropped in shock. Although he knew how beautiful his wife was, he seldom saw her wearing makeup. Gabrielle looked drop-dead gorgeous. “Gabrielle, do you really have to attend the party?” Westley whined as he pulled Gabrielle into his arms, refusing to let her go. “Westley, if you keep acting like this, I won’t go anywhere in the future.” Gabrielle deliberately grunted to irritate Westley. “Well, don’t go anywhere. Be a good wife and stay at home,” Westley said in a relaxed tone. “Oh, really? Why don’t you just lock me up?” She rolled her eyes. “Enough with the drama. Let’s go out now. We can have lunch outside. How about I treat you to lunch, Mr. Morris? I want to thank you for your concern. Don’t you want to come with me?” She stared into Westley’s eyes whilst stroking the side of his face. An ecstatic smile emerged on his face. How could he refuse? “Mrs. Morris, please wait for me downstairs. I’m going to change my clothes.” Westley planted a kiss on her lips and happily ran to his room. “Gosh, you are ruining my lipstick.” Gabrielle laughed, shaking her head.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.