Lock You In My Heart



Gabrielle flung herself on the sofa and refused to move as soon as the two entered the room. Not only was her body afflicted but

also her drained heart.

Gabrielle had no idea what all the fuss was about today. The first was Holly, who had already physically and psychologically exhausted her after putting up such a display. Then, Victor, the bastard arrived. She simply could not take any more.

"Are you tired, Gabrielle?" Westley approached her and took her tenderly in his arms. Seeing her fatigued face, he could see her exhaustion, which troubled him.

"Not so much." Gabrielle settled into a comfortable posture in his arms and had no intention of moving. She wished she could rest on his arms in that position forever

"Then stay here and let me give you a little massage." Westley squeezed her shoulder gently.

"We haven't resolved anything about Holly, and then Victor appears out of nowhere. He must be mad. Feel no obligation to argue with him or anything. Why, after all, did he come to the resort at midnight?" Gabrielle felt uneasy at the mention of Victor and desired to tear him apart.

Certain people, like Victor, were born to be imitating, but this man lacked that level of self-awareness.

Regardless of how much Gabrielle despised him, he desired to appear in front of her and couldn't care less if others despised him or not as long as he was pleased.

People had absolutely no method of dealing with such a person. The most difficult aspect to eliminate was this person's complete

lack of shame.noveldrama

"He was here for you," Westley said placidly.

Indeed, Victor came to the resort for Gabrielle's sake, which was undeniable.

Gabrielle promptly explained on hearing this, "Westley, whatever reason that brings him here, it's irrelevant to me. I'm not interested in seeing him at all. Is Ensfield too little for him? He has come to Antawood and has even visited the resort."

"Because the resort is intended to be accessible to the public, we can't really comment on his presence as a visitor." Westley was only being truthful.

Joseph owned this establishment, which was now open for business. Guests were, of course, welcomed here. But who would have guessed Victor would make his way up the mountain in the dead of night?

"Westley, you are not mad at me, are you?" Gabrielle squinted her eyes at him and inquired.

"Why would I be mad at you, silly girl? Victor is responsible for his own actions, and you took no action. You did not invite him here. He only wishes to follow you. What are our options for him?" Westley rubbed her shoulders constantly.

He was all too familiar with Victor, a man who would go to any length, even criminal, to accomplish his objective.

Victor had his pick of ladies in Ensfield and Antawood, but he choose Gabrielle, merely because she had saved his life.

This was not to repay a favor; rather, it was to get retribution.

"He's pursued me in this manner just because I rescued him that time. I'd have done nothing if I knew that things would unfold in this manner." Gabrielle was genuinely regretful for saving his life. It was similar to saving a foe.

“Say nothing else of the kind. If you had another chance to relive that day, you would do the same thing. It is your kindness that prevents you from just ignoring it." Westley knew Gabrielle's personality very accurately. No matter how many times she returned to that time period, she would still do

So.

"But..."

"You're a good girl, I'll take care of Victor. It is becoming dark. You must have gotten quite exhausted during the day. I'll take you

to the bathroom and then we'll retire early. Let's discuss it tomorrow." Westley lifted her up and carried her up the stairs.

Perhaps Gabrielle was really touched by Westley's words of sympathy. That night, she slept soundly. However, when she awoke, she sensed something was awry.

This was not their building's bed but on the plane?

Gabrielle was baffled when she looked out the small window at the white clouds.

Her mind was rife with doubts. What transpired? Was it a dream or was she hallucinating from her prolonged sleep? She was on the aircraft, not in the bed.

Gabrielle's only consolation was that Westley was lying next to her.

Westley awoke promptly upon feeling Gabrielle's movements. He opened his eyes and gave her a tiny smile.

"You're up, Gabrielle? Guess where we are at the moment?" inquired Westley in hushed tones.

"Westley, Westley, what's going on? We are flying? We're on a plane, right?" Gabrielle looked at him blankly. She shifted her

sight from the white clouds beyond the window to the man beside her

This was Westley's personal aircraft. They had returned from Bangkok in it the previous time.

"Sure. Guess where we're headed?" Westley brushed a wisp of hair off her brow and kissed her on the forehead.

It was still early in the morning. The feeble light of the sky could be seen only from a distance.

"I'm not sure, but when did you manage to get me on the plane? How come I've forgotten?" Gabrielle claimed to have no recollection of it. She fell asleep last night after showering and slept comfortably. She had no reaction to everything Westley did to her.

Now, as she sat on the plane, she couldn't pinpoint precisely what had occurred.

It was incredible. Indeed, Westley was capable of anything.

"We've been in the air for almost an hour. When I attempted to awaken you previously, I was unable to do so. At the ome, you

slept like a lovely sleeping pig. I decided to let you sleep. I didn't want to awaken you, so | escorted you straight to the plane." Westley pinched her nose with a smile.

"Iam not a pig; you, on the other hand, are." Gabrielle shook his hand and feigned anger.

"Okay, okay. I am the pig. You are my baby, right?" Westley cradled her in his arms and assisted her in pulling up the quilt. Then

he wrapped his arms around her and they gazed out the window at the scenery.

"Westley, where are we headed?" Gabrielle was nevertheless curious about their destination.

"Guess. Or do you have a destination in mind?" With his fingers, Westley fiddled with a strand of her hair.

"Am I free to choose wherever I please?" Gabrielle inquired curiously.

"Without a doubt, where do you wish to go? Tell me." Westley proceeded in a casual manner.

Gabrielle seemed ecstatic at hearing this and did not feel drowsy at all. "Can we visit Paris, Hawaii, and Rome?"