Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 328

Gabrielle even said that Bryce was his brother-in-law. If Westley refused again, the woman would surely be pissed off. She might even give him the cold shoulder.

"I promise to help you look for him, but I won't guarantee you good news," Westley warned. He didn't want to get her hopes up especially if the Bryce he brought back would be crippled or was in a bad situation. If that was the case, what would Gabrielle think of him? That was why Westley thought it was best to give her a heads up.

After all, Bryce was previously caught when he escaped. He even stabbed Westley. How could Westley forget and let it go that easily? Of course, he had settled the score with Bryce, and beaten him bloody just to release his pent-up anger.

It was inevitable for Bryce to get hurt. That was just how it had been.

But he wouldn't kill Bryce. Westley could guarantee that much. After all, Westley wasn't so callous that he would disregard Bryce's life. Also, Westley wasn't mad or evil enough to kill someone so casually.

The sole reason why he said he would turn Bryce into a corpse was to frighten Gabrielle and the others. Westley didn't want the Jones family to think provoking him wouldn't have consequences. He needed to teach them a lesson.

As a result, the Jones family acquiesced. They didn't even look for Bryce anymore. Instead, they went by a different route — they wanted to pay for it by marrying Gabrielle to him. It was quite the plot twist.

"Okay. You will really ask someone to look for him, won't you? If you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't force you to do something you don't want." Even as she said this, Gabrielle furrowed her forehead. She was still worried especially since she knew what was on Westley's mind. She could tell he didn't take Bryce seriously, and in fact, he treated Bryce as an enemy. Even so, she couldn't blame Westley. Bryce took away his fiancée mere days before they were supposed to get married. That was understandably unforgiveable.

"I already told you I would look for him, I wouldn't renege on my promise. I would send people to look for him. If you don't believe me, you need to stop asking me to do it." Westley glanced at her. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered since when people started doubting him. He was never the type to go back on his word.

And what was more infuriating was the fact that it wasn't just anyone who was doubting him — it was his own wife. He wanted to be good to this woman and show her how honorable he was, but she always doubted and second-guessed his intentions.

It was not right, and it was grating on his nerves.

"I believe you. I just don't want you to be in a dilemma," Gabrielle quickly explained.

Westley released the breath he didn't know he was holding, and he felt a little better after hearing that. "So then, you should just avoid mentioning Bryce's name in front of me. I get angry just hearing it. Understand?"

Gabrielle nodded feverishly. Of course she understood. She also knew it wasn't the right time to argue with him, so she should listen and simply agree.

"I trust you. I won't doubt you anymore." She breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Westley agreed to look for Bryce, Westley would definitely find him. She should stop questioning Westley at every turn.

"Now that I already agreed to your request, what reward should I expect?" asked Westley. He raised his brow, a smile playing on his lips.

Gabrielle was not stupid, and she immediately understood what he meant. Seeing his smirk, she rushed to kiss him.

It had been a pretty wild and rough night. And she felt the consequences the following morning when she woke up with her waist and back aching.

Gabrielle rolled over the bed and groaned. She knew it was her fault, so she had to bear it. She tried to stretch her back and only managed to hurt herself more.

She dressed simply before she headed downstairs for breakfast. The culprit, Westley, was sitting in the dining room. He was drinking coffee while Blackboo slept at his feet.

Gabrielle smiled at the scene that greeted her. 'Blackboo is really my favorite dog. He's always so clingy to Westley.'

"Oh, you're up. How do you feel?" Westley looked up at her with concern. His cup was arrested halfway to his lips.

"I'm okay." Gabrielle felt herself flush at the question. She sat opposite him before looking at him wordlessly.

"It's my fault?" Westley put down his cup and interlocked his fingers. He rested his chin over his hands and saw the flash of resentment in her eyes.

Gabrielle wondered why he bothered to ask when he already knew the answer.

Westley

went crazy last night, perhaps a little too crazy. It wasn't the first time too. The night before last, he did the same thing to her in the hotel. So now, she felt bone-tired after what she had been through in the past two days.

Her body ached so much, and some parts felt tender to the touch.

Gabrielle huffed. It was unnecessary for him to ask how she was feeling this morning — it was written all over her face.

"No, I'm just a little tired," Gabrielle said calmly. She grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite. She didn't even know if she could go to work today because her body screamed in protest each time she moved.

"Don't go out today. I'll massage your waist later." Westley knew that she would be tired, so he didn't want her to leave. Besides, there were circles under her eyes. It would be better if she rested the whole day.

"It's okay. It's not that serious. I just want to ask if you can be a little gentle next time," Gabrielle complained in a low voice. She was stabbing the bacon on her plate, but she met his eyes when she said this.

Westley couldn't help but smile. He gave her a small nod. "I'll be careful next time."

Gabrielle groaned inside. Next time? She didn't want to do it again. Maybe she should just lock herself in her room.

But of course, she didn't say anything. She just wanted to finish her meal in peace.

"If you want to go to the studio, I'll drive you there after breakfast," Westley offered. He wanted her to rest, but he thought maybe she'd get bored.

Gabrielle stopped chewing. She remembered Vivian seeing Westley drive her there the other day, so Gabrielle didn't want that to happen again.

"No, thanks. I can drive there by myself. Your company and my studio are not in the same direction. It will take up your time." She didn't want to refuse Westley's kindness directly because she didn't want to upset him. She hoped he would let it go.

"Gabrielle, why don't you want me to drive you to work?" Westley leaned back in his chair and gave her an assessing look. Gabrielle almost choked on her coffee at his sudden change of mood.

"Westley, it's not that I don't want you to send me to work. It's just that my colleague saw you the other day when you drove me to the studio. It doesn't look good," said Gabrielle hesitantly. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and prayed he would drop it.

Vivian had always wanted to have the dirt on her. She thought a woman like Gabrielle couldn't possibly afford such a good car, so Gabrielle must have seduced a rich man to get one.

Gabrielle didn't want Vivian to see Westley a second time, or she would not hear the end of it. She was certain Vivian's face would light up with malice if she saw Westley dropping Gabrielle off.

Gabrielle didn't want to attract too much attention, especially Vivian's. That woman was unspeakably vicious.

"Saw me?" Westley was a little surprised.

He recalled that day. He dropped Gabrielle behind the bus station, but she was now saying that someone still saw them.

"They didn't see you. They just saw your car, so you can't send me again. If you drop me off a second time, it's not going to look good for me," Gabrielle said as she shook her head. She made her decision, and she would stand by it.

Westley merely gave her a glance. "Am I so ugly that you don't want others to see me?"

Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. 'What was he talking about?'

Gabrielle resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Obviously, it wasn't that. It was because others believed he was way too influential and affluent to have anything to do with her.

"It's not that you're too ugly. Come on, you know what I'm talking about. You said so yourself that our relationship can't be made public, so of course I don't want others to see you. It's that simple." Gabrielle eyed him seriously.

At the beginning of their relationship, Westley asked her for privacy and how they could never go public. If he didn't tell her that in the first place, she wouldn't be this careful and paranoid about people seeing them together.

And yes, there was Vivian. That woman was bad news, and Gabrielle took great care so she wouldn't see Westley again. Vivian would only stir up trouble.

"Hmm. What do you think about making our relationship public now?" Westley held out his cup of coffee to her before taking a sip. He continued to stare at her above the rim.

Gabrielle was startled. 'Make our relationship public?' That was a huge leap for both of them.

She looked at Westley in disbelief. Was he ready for that kind of commitment? Was she? "Are you serious about making our relationship public?"