Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 319

Westley lowered his head to take a look. His expression was calm and his eyes were fathomless. No one could figure out what he was thinking and he betrayed no emotion.

 

This man was so good at hiding his feelings that no one could see through him.

 

Others, who'd known him for years couldn't understand him yet, let alone Gabrielle, who had only been married to him for a few months.

 

Perhaps, Westley was the most mysterious husband.

 

"What? So obedient?" Westley's beautiful voice whispered in Gabrielle's ear.

 

"Yes, I'm always obedient. When have I ever disobeyed you?" Gabrielle raised her eyebrows and shot him a glance.

 

She had always listened to Westley. She had never disregarded his instructions.

 

"Gabrielle..."

 

Westley's voice changed as he lowered it by a few octaves on purpose. It was very sexy.

 

His voice was very pleasant to the ears. After deliberately lowering it, it became even more alluring.

 

His low, deep voice turned Gabrielle on.

 

His voice was so smooth that a woman could get pregnant just by listening to it.

 

Even though he had a striking appearance and body, just his rich voice was enough to make him a star. If one compared him to the current famous stars, he would totally be the most popular one.

 

"Well, what's the matter?" Gabrielle asked, her voice thick with desire.

 

"Since you are so obedient, you must always listen to me!" Westley gently lifted a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers.

 

Gabrielle's hair was soft and felt wonderful to play with.

 

"Of course I will listen to you. I won't cause you any trouble," Gabrielle promised.

 

"Listen to me now and kiss me," Westley said and gave her a piercing look.

 

"Ah, what?" Gabrielle asked, pretending to be innocent.

 

She felt too bashful.

 

She didn't want to kiss him.

 

'This man is so naughty to tease me like this, ' she thought shyly. 'He knows I am not the kind of person who will take the initiative to kiss him.'

 

Gabrielle pulled the quilt up and covered her face as a wave of shame washed over her.

 

"Gabrielle, come out. Do you want to suffocate yourself to death?"

 

When Westley saw her cover her face with the quilt, he was very concerned about her getting suffocated.

 

"No!" Gabrielle said in a low voice, refusing to come out.

 

She was unwilling and reticent.

 

"Gabrielle, didn't you say you will always listen to me? Come out now. Get some air," he ordered.

 

"No!" Gabrielle was feeling so shy that she didn't listen to him. She was ready to follow everything else he said, but she wouldn't listen to him now.

 

Westley was a man of action, so he only called her twice. When she didn't come out, he tugged the quilt off her and kissed her on the lips.

 

When Gabrielle woke up, it was already noon. Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, its golden light filtering into the room through the curtain.

 

Gabrielle felt as if her bones had been broken and reorganized. The pain was truly indescribable.

 

It could only be said that Westley really did everything he intended to do in this room.

 

It was not a waste of money at all. She didn't know how many times they had sex through the night, or how late she had finally fallen asleep. She only remembered that when she had passed out from exhaustion, he had not been done yet.

 

She couldn't figure out what this man was made of. He was so energetic that he almost crippled her.

 

Rubbing her hip, Ga

brielle sat up and looked around the luxurious room. She didn't see Westley.

 

After silently cursing him seven or eight times, the soreness in her hips reduced a bit. She decisively got out of bed to wash her face.

 

Studying herself in the mirror, she noticed red and purple bite marks on her collarbone and chest.

 

'Is Westley a monster? How could he bite me like this? Fortunately, he knows to bite me in places where my bruises will be covered by clothes. Otherwise, how will I meet people?' she thought.

 

Gabrielle packed up and searched the entire presidential suite, but she didn't find Westley. She was sure that he had already left.

 

'This man still has so much energy. After having sex all night, he went out, leaving me alone here, ' she thought incredulously.

 

On the tea table in the living room, there was a piece of paper with a few simple words written on it. His handwriting was strong and powerful, and it was quite beautiful. Perhaps Westley really was perfect in every way, because even his handwriting was so attractive.

 

His words could be used as a font template.

 

'Gabrielle, your dress is hanging in your wardrobe. When you get up and feel hungry, you can order something from room service. I have to go back to the company. Call me if you need anything.'

 

Gabrielle's heart warmed a little when she read his note. Westley was not so heartless after all. He had not run away after sleeping with her. In fact, he had prepared everything for her.

 

She folded the paper and tucked it in her palm before going back to the room to change.

 

When she opened the wardrobe, she saw a long lace dress with a high collar. As she thought of the marks on her collarbone and chest, it occurred to her that Westley still had some humanity in him. He knew enough to leave a dress in this style for her, so that her body below her neck would be covered.

 

After changing her clothes, Gabrielle received a call from Wendy before she could order food.

 

Gabrielle felt sorry for being out of touch with her for such a long time, and immediately answered her phone.

 

"Mom, what's up?" she asked her instantly.

 

"Gabrielle, where are you now?" Wendy sounded distressed, as if something serious had happened.

 

Since Gabrielle had got married and left the Jones family, Wendy rarely contacted her.

 

"Gabrielle, can you come here now? I have something urgent to tell you," Wendy asked anxiously.

 

She wasn't able to explain the issue clearly on the phone, so she wanted to talk face to face with Gabrielle.

 

"Mom, what's the matter? Can you tell me about it?" Gabrielle could sense that Wendy was really worried.

 

"Gabrielle, it's about your brother. Can you come here now?" Wendy didn't give any more information. Anyway, it was about Bryce.

 

Hearing this, Gabrielle frowned at once. Lance had said that the people they had sent to Thailand to keep an eye on Bryce and Nellie had discovered they had disappeared. They hadn't found them again. Since then, Gabrielle had always been worried about them.

 

Now that Wendy had said it was about Bryce, Gabrielle couldn't sit still.

 

"Okay, mom. Don't worry. I'm coming now. I'll be there in about half an hour." Gabrielle estimated the distance between Champs Elysees No.1 and the Jones mansion. If traffic was light, she could reach in twenty minutes.

 

"Gabrielle, I'm waiting for you at home. Come quickly." Wendy sounded really agitated.

 

"Okay."