Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 318

After dinner, Westley went to take a shower. Gabrielle, on the other hand, visited the room again. She was very careful, though. She had assumed that it was where Michelle lived, so she didn't really pay much attention to it before.

But now that she knew it was booked by Westley for the two of them, Gabrielle thought that she needed to have a good look.

Aside from the master bedroom, there were two guest rooms. If she wouldn't be staying with him in the master bedroom, then she could use one of the guest rooms.

As long as she wouldn't disturb Westley, everything would be fine. When she felt that she had familiarized the room enough, Gabrielle stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in the hall and looked up at the night sky.

It was breathtaking.

It was her first time seeing Antawood's night scene from such a height. She was indeed fascinated. She didn't even notice that Westley had already finished showering.

"Is the night view beautiful?" Westley asked. He was already standing beside her.

She got a little surprised by his deep voice. He spoke so dignifiedly that no one could really ignore him.

When Gabrielle turned around, she saw the determined look on Westley's face. She could also smell the fragrant body wash and shampoo he used.

Westley was only wearing a white bathrobe. His waistband was loosely tied, and his sexy clavicle and tanned chest could be seen.

Gabrielle was never a promiscuous woman. But even after staying with Westley for quite a long time now, she was still easily seduced by his beauty. She couldn't really resist his appeal.

It was all his fault. This man was so good-looking that sometimes it felt already like a sin.

"Yes, it is beautiful." Gabrielle immediately turned to continue looking at the night view outside.

"This is the first time I've seen the night scene of Antawood from a high place. It looks beautiful and serene." Gabrielle then sighed as she stared at the night scene in front of her.

"Champs Elysees No.1 is famous for its amazing scenery. Sloane once told me that she really wanted to hold a party here. Westley, when Sloane wakes up, I want to hold a celebration party for her here, okay?" Gabrielle knew that she wasn't in the position to make a request to him, but she didn't want to miss this chance either.

"Of course you can. If you want, you can arrange it by yourself, or you can ask Alvin to arrange it for you. If you need anything, you can tell him directly." Westley agreed without any question about Gabrielle's request for a party.

He always knew what he wanted to do and who he wanted to be kind to.

If he wanted to be kind to anyone, he would do it wholeheartedly.

Now that he had completely accepted Gabrielle as his wife, he would naturally give her everything she needed and let her do what she wanted.

"Really?" Gabrielle asked while looking at Westley with uncertainty in her eyes.

"Gabrielle, I don't like receiving promises that are not genuine, nor do I like breaking my own promises. Now, go and take a shower," Westley answered.

Gabrielle knew then that he was serious. He was letting her organize a party for Sloane.

She somehow felt thankful that when Sloane finally woke up, she could hold a celebration party in Champs Elysees No.1 for her. Sloane would surely be very happy.

However, almost three months had passed, and Sloane was still in a coma. Gabrielle was getting more worried every day.

"Westley, I'm going to take a shower now. Thank you for letting me hold a party for Sloane in here," Ga

brielle thanked him sincerely. She then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Without Westley's permission, how could she even organize a celebration party for Sloane in this place by herself?

Gabrielle prepared the water, put an essential oil, and enjoyed a refreshing bath.

When she came out in just a bathrobe, she saw that Westley was already on the bed. He was leaning against the headboard while answering a phone call. But it seemed that he wasn't pleased with the call. He was back to his cold aura and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Westley was holding a high position in the company and he was managing a big group. He had many things to deal with, so he always looked troubled. It was unusual to see him looking relaxed and happy.

Gabrielle felt sorry for him.

Too much responsibility is a heavy burden.

That might be the cause for Westley's cold and lonely demeanor.

When he saw Gabrielle coming out of the bathroom, Westley hung up the phone and waved at her, indicating her to come closer.

"You're finished taking a bath. Come here!" Westley was waiting for Gabrielle like an emperor.

Westley had always been acting like a boss.

She felt like she was his concubine. But why was she even thinking about it?

"Gabrielle..."

"Westley, I've toured around this suite. There are still two guest rooms left. How about I sleep in the guest room?" Gabrielle asked hesitatingly. She didn't know how to explain to him what she was thinking.

"Come here. Don't let me say it for the third time!" The anger on Westley's face was becoming more evident. His dark piercing eyes were looking directly at her.

Gabrielle then walked towards the bed, and Westley pulled her immediately into his arms.

"Slow down, Westley." His action astounded Gabrielle.

This man was so strong and he had nothing to use his strength for, so he was just tossing and pulling her like that.

"Gabrielle, what are we?" Westley let her change into a comfortable position while she was still in his arms.

Gabrielle looked at him and saw his cold eyes were staring directly at her. He was obviously angry.

She couldn't make him any angrier, or she would not like the result.

"We are a couple," Gabrielle answered nervously.

Suddenly, Westley smiled, satisfied with her answer. He then put his hand on her face.

"Since we are a couple, then why did you even think of sleeping in the guest room just now?" Westley asked. He even playfully pinched her nose.

His touch was becoming intimate.

Gabrielle's body began to relax. She couldn't remember how and when exactly she and Westley became so close.

But she couldn't and didn't want to resist his intimacy at all. Gabrielle didn't know whether it was good or bad for her to go on like this.

"I just think that you are too tired, and I want you to have a good sleep. I'm afraid of disturbing you." Gabrielle came up with a lame explanation to defend herself.

But the truth is, there was no other reason; she simply didn't want to sleep with him. She always felt that this man could affect her in different ways.

"Gabrielle, I don't need you to be so considerate. I only want you to listen to me and obey me." Westley then lowered his head and bit her earlobe gently as a punishment.

He would always punish her in his own ways.

Gabrielle could not match him and his ways.

Westley felt that nothing in this world would make him more satisfied than his wife being obedient.

"Westley, I am always obeying you. Don't you feel it?" Gabrielle asked him seriously.