Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 347

Westley was in a good mood, and he felt as though nothing could dampen his spirits. "Gabrielle, don't go back on your word. You promised me that you won't ever divorce me and you will never be with Bryce."

"What? When did I make such promise?"

Gabrielle's brows were drawn. She stared at him in shock.

She only promised not to be with Bryce, which was no big deal because she didn't like him anymore. Besides, Bryce wasn't fond of her either, so really, there wasn't any actual issue.

But divorce was an entirely different matter. She never said anything about staying married to Westley for the rest of their lives.

"Gabrielle, you promised me. Okay? I will hold onto that as long as I'm alive. Now let's stop talking about this and just continue to give me a good massage." Gabrielle was about to open her mouth to say something, but Westley waved at her dismissively. He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore because he didn't want to give her any chance to renege.

Gabrielle also wanted to drop the topic. She didn't even like uttering the word divorce, and it was Westley who opened up the idea if Nellie came back.

But now, times changed. It was Westley who forbade Gabrielle to divorce him. Gabriel was equal parts impressed and amused at how cunning and devious he was.

Then, fine. She wouldn't mention it. On top of that, Westley wasn't the kind of man who would break his promise. He already gave her his word; she was sure he would follow through.

Furthermore, he vowed to look for Bryce, so Gabrielle was confident Westley would do it. He was a man of honor.

"Gabrielle, can you add a little pressure?" Westley turned to her and requested.

Gabrielle mustered all her energy and used firmer strokes to break up his tight muscles. Admittedly, she was getting the hang of it. "Is this enough?"

There was no mistaking the anger in her tone. How could Westley not notice the shift in her mood? But he quite enjoyed it.

"Not bad. Go on." Westley was getting more and more comfortable. He shifted his body so Gabrielle could massage his sore spots. She was angry, and she put more strength than before in each stroke, but Westley wasn't bothered.

"Gabrielle, you can go all the way down. My waist feels sore." Westley's voice was muffled by the pillow, but he pointed the spot he wanted her to focus on.

Westley couldn't see her, but Gabrielle's face contorted with rage. With a clenched jaw and hostile glare at him, she was becoming increasingly irritated at the way he casually requested things. He really was treating her like his personal masseuse.

Gabrielle was so angry that she poured all her energy into kneading his waist. At the back of her mind, he was most likely going to end up with bruises tomorrow.

"Gabrielle, do you want to murder your husband? Or maybe do you want to deprive yourself of the chance to have sex with me? Why are you using too much pressure on my waist? Did that part of my body personally offend you?" Westley squirmed under her touch. He felt like his muscles were howling in pain. At the rate she was going, Westley knew he wouldn't be able to get up the next day.

This woman was scary and horrible when she was angry. Even if he couldn't see her face, he knew she was apoplectic with rage. She was taking it all out on him with her intense massaging.

Westley heard her huff, but she didn't lessen the pressure. Instead, she continued to press and knead until it became too painful for him.

"Westley, what nonsense are you talking about? I won't massage you if you keep on saying those things again!" Despite the way she snapped at him, Gabrielle felt her entire body flush at his words. She bit her lip and focused on her current task.

Westley was always talking nonsense. 'What was it he said? That I was killing my own husband and depriving myself of the chance to have sex with him? What's wrong with this guy?'

"Am I wrong, though? I'm your husband. You're mistreating me like this. If I die from the pain, it will be murder. If not, then what do you call it?" Westley kept talking to defend himself in dead earnest.

Gabrielle almost forgot that this man was Westley. He was good at arguing and manipulating. He had never lost in any negotiation—whether it was in his personal life or at work. Gabrielle calmed herself. She shouldn't quarrel with him because she was only going to lose.

"Where else do you want me to massage?" Gabrielle's voice became softer and gentler. She wasn't going to lose her temper because she would end up paying for it dearly.

"My leg," Westley demanded casually as if it was natural for him to ask his wife to do it for him.

'Fine. Then, I'll massage your leg.'

Gabrielle went on with her massage, biting back her burning anger.

Westley had been exercising for a long time, so the muscles of his legs were toned and had definition. Unlike his back and waist, Westley's leg muscles were so hard

that Gabrielle's hands became a little painful.

"Westley, your legs are too hard. Is the pressure okay?" Gabrielle's face darkened. She might as well have been massaging a brick.

"Well, it's okay. You know, a man's legs should be hard and powerful. Otherwise, how can he hold his woman?" Westley explained, sounding quite serious.

Gabrielle wanted to applaud him. No matter what she said, he always had an answer for her.

She kept her mouth shut and didn't say anything more. Then, she remembered something.

"By the way, Westley, Mia invited us to her brother's birthday party tomorrow. Are you coming with me?" Gabrielle was actually a little nervous to ask him. She waited anxiously for his response.

She promised Mia that she would ask Westley, but she couldn't guarantee that he would accompany her to the party. 'Whatever, my task is done. It's up to him if he comes with me or not.'

"Micheal's birthday? It's the birthday party of a man I don't like. What am I going there for?" As expected, Westley wasn't thrilled at the idea of having dinner with Micheal.

Gabrielle's heart sank. Part of her knew he would react like this, but she still hoped he would attend with her.

"If you don't want to, then you don't have to go. Anyway, Mia asked me to ask you. If you want to go..."

Westley rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Gabrielle yelped at the sudden movement. Her heart pounded wildly.

"Don't mention a man's name so frequently in front of me. Understand? First, it was Bryce. Now, it's Micheal. Are you really trying my patience?" Westley whispered in her ear. Gabrielle tried to push herself up, but he wouldn't let her.

He had enough of her mentioning other men in front of him so casually.

"I... I just... Okay, okay. I won't mention anyone again. Let go of me first." Gabrielle felt uncomfortable being wrapped in his arms like this. She wanted to sit up.

"I think you've forgotten who your husband is that you're dropping other men's names like it's nothing. I may need to remind you by punishing you." Westley rolled over so that Gabrielle's back was pressed against the mattress. With his arms on either side of her, there was no escaping.

Gabrielle also didn't have the strength to resist him, so she let him 'punish' her.

When Gabrielle woke up, the sun was peeking through the curtains. Winter was the season when people cherished every moment the sun showed up. Anyone who saw its warm glow early in the morning would surely be in a good mood for the rest of the day.

Gabrielle smiled even though her whole body felt sore all over. With each movement, her muscles screamed in protest.

She slowly stretched her body, working out the small kinks. Then, she got out of bed and put on a robe to bask in the sun outside the balcony.

She raised her arms and massaged the back of her neck. When she looked down, she saw Westley on his morning run in their yard. He wore an all-black sportswear. He didn't run too fast, and there was a black shadow following him at his feet.

Gabrielle smiled when she realized it was Blackboo. He had already grown, but he was still tiny and cute. He looked like a small ball beside Westley.

He didn't notice her, so Gabrielle grabbed the chance to observe him. She leaned her arms on the railing, watching both Westley and Blackboo running. She resisted clapping her hands to attract Blackboo's attention until the two were already near her.

"Blackboo!"

The man and the dog simultaneously looked at the source of the voice and saw Gabrielle on the balcony in her robe.

"Woof, woof, woof..." Blackboo was very happy to see Gabrielle. The dog gave her a wide, panting smile and wagged its tail. Gabrielle giggled at how cute Blackboo looked.

Westley didn't say anything but smiled at her. He then began to change his course and jogged towards the house.

Gabrielle knew he must have gone inside. Within a few minutes, she heard the sound of his heavy footsteps.

She was about to head back to her room when she saw Westley standing directly behind her. He was so tall that she had to lean back a bit to look at him.

"You're already up? Why aren't you wearing enough clothes to cover yourself?" Westley was dismayed to see that she was just wearing a robe over her thin pajamas. If she continued to stand in the balcony like this, she might catch a cold.

"No, it's not cold. Can't you see the sun shining brightly today? Have you finished your morning run yet?" Gabrielle smiled sweetly at him, marveling at the way he looked so good even as he sweated profusely. It wasn't fair how handsome Westley was.

"Yes. I'm going to take a shower now. Do you want to join me?" Westley raised his eyebrows and snickered. He crossed his arms over his chest, a naughty smile playing on his lips.

"I didn't run, and I just woke up. So I don't need to take a shower. You go ahead." Gabrielle pushed him gently towards the bathroom.