Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 395

This time, it wasn't like what Gabrielle was thinking. After taking her to the bathroom, Westley indeed just took a shower, showing no intention of touching her.

 

It appeared as though she was the only one thinking about sex.

 

After they finished showering together, Westley placed her on the bed gently.

 

They were inside an underwater hotel, so the ambiance lived up to the theme. There was a large waterbed inside their room, and lying on it felt as though one was floating on the sea.

 

This feeling was novel, and quite exciting.

 

Gabrielle rolled repeatedly around it, astonished by how exciting and comfortable it felt to be on it. Afterwards, she lay on her side and watched the fishes outside the glass wall.

 

Their large waterbed was just beside the glass wall. If one were to lie on the bed and watch the fishes swim, they would come to realize that only a glass wall was what separated them.

 

Gabrielle stretched out her hand, feeling as though she could grasp one of the fishes.

 

She truly loved this feeling.

 

"Aren't the fishes even more beautiful when you watch them lying on a bed like this one?" Westley lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

 

"They really are enchanting to watch. It's like I'm staring at a moving wallpaper," she responded in a voice filled with glee.

 

"So, how's today's date? Do you like it?" Westley could still remember how she flirted with him on the street.

 

It suddenly occurred to Gabrielle that she was the one who flirted with him on the street, and before long, she burst into laughter.

 

"Westley, I love this date you've arranged for us! You're surprisingly good at being romantic. I'm curious… do you do this for every woman?" Gabrielle turned around, staring into his eyes. The look on her face was similar to the one she had when they were flirting a while back.

 

Her question amused Westley to the point that he also broke into laughter.

 

"I've already told you that you're the only one I've flirted with. You're the only one I do things like this for. Well, now that you seem so happy with the date, what kind of reward can I get for it?" he asked.

 

Without hesitation, Gabrielle got up, and planted a kiss just beside his lip.

 

Westley didn't expect that she would kiss him directly, so it stunned him for a moment. Seconds later, he came to his senses and began to kiss her passionately.

 

The following day, when Gabrielle woke up, her body felt sore.

 

The previously opened curtains were now tightly closed. Gabrielle knew who had closed them without a second thought. Last night, while Westley was kissing her, he closed the curtains simultaneously. Whenever he was doing intimate things with her, he preferred not to be seen by anyone, not even the fishes.

 

Gabrielle wore her night robe and opened the curtain. The dazzling light peered through the wall and entered the room. Although it wasn't that bright, it was still a beautiful sight to see.

 

There were more fish in the daytime than there were in the evening, so it was even more spectacular than last night.

 

As she sat on the bed, she stared at the aquatic creatures with the astonishment of a child.

 

When Westley got out of the bathroom, he saw that Gabrielle was sitting on the bed in a night robe and observing the aquatic creatures outside. She appeared to be in a good mood.

 

"Oh, Gabrielle, you're up. How are you feeling?" He then sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his embrace.

 

"You still have the gall to ask me that question? Remember what you did to me last night?" Gabrielle crossed her arms, glaring at him. She really didn't want to talk to him anymore.

 

Upon seeing how angry she was, Westley planted a kiss on her forehead.

 

"I'm sorry about that. You were so beautiful last night that I couldn't help myself. Please don't be mad at me. I've asked so

meone to bring over some clothes and some breakfast here. Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom and help you wash your face?" he asked.

 

'What does he mean by that?

 

I'm not a cripple! I can go by myself,' Gabrielle thought to herself.

 

"No! I don't need you to do any of that. Get out of my way.

 

I'm getting out of bed."

 

She glared at him and grunted.

 

Amused by her reaction, Westley stepped aside.

 

Once she had gotten out of bed, she walked past him. She deliberately made her footsteps heavy in order to vent her frustration at him.

 

"Men are all horrible!" she snarled.

 

'He told me that he was just flirting with me and that he wasn't going to have sex with me.

 

He promised he wouldn't hurt me.

 

Damn it! All the words that come out of his mouth are bullshit; not a single one of them is true,' Gabrielle cursed inwardly.

 

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly felt her legs go weak. Just before she could fall to the ground, Westley rushed to her side and propped her up.

 

"Ah! Westley, I don't need your help. I said that I could do it myself!" Not long after, he swept her off her feet and carried her, causing her to get upset.

 

"Gabrielle, you're my wife. As your husband, helping you do stuff, even something as menial as washing your face in the bathroom, is my duty. Besides, it's my fault you're having trouble walking, so I have to take responsibility for my actions." Having said that, Westley carried her into the bathroom.

 

"You don't have the right to say any of that, you jerk! I didn't ask you to take responsibility for it. Just get the hell out!" The moment Gabrielle was in the bathroom, she immediately commanded him to leave the room.

 

Just then, the doorbell rang. Westley instantly knew that Alvin had arrived.

 

He had asked Alvin to bring them some change of clothes.

 

"Gabrielle, you should freshen up. Call me if you need anything. I will be back soon." Westley gently placed her on a chair, turned around, and left the bathroom.

 

Once he was out of the room, she got up and locked the door.

 

When he heard that she had locked the door, Westley chuckled helplessly.

 

'How come I never realized how lovely and amusing she was before?

 

Well, no time like the present, I suppose,' he thought to himself.

 

The moment he opened the door, he found Alvin carrying two bags, followed by a waiter pushing a silver dining cart.

 

Their breakfast and change of clothes were ready.

 

"Come in." Westley turned around, walked in, and gestured for the others to enter.

 

Once the waiter had pushed the cart in, he left.

 

The staff at this hotel had all been well-trained, because the guests at this hotel were part of the highest social class. None of them could afford the consequences of offending such elites.

 

The only way they could survive in this place was to play by the rules, speak less, and do more.

 

"Mr. Morris, here are the clothes you asked for." Alvin put down the bags.

 

"I must say, sir, you are becoming quite romantic. I never thought that our Mr. Morris could be this romantic! Is your wife inside?" He could hear the sound of dripping water, and he inferred that Gabrielle must be in the bathroom, so he made sure to keep his voice down for fear that it would make her feel embarrassed to hear him.

 

This was the first time that Alvin came to this hotel. He was amazed by the vast number of aquatic creatures outside the glass walls.

 

The thought that Westley was spending a lot of time, effort, and energy on Gabrielle made Alvin happy.

 

"So, how did it go last night?" asked Westley.

 

"We found Benny in another city, and we've already brought him to Sloane this morning. But I'm not sure whether he can wake her up or not." Alvin's only responsibility was to bring Benny to Sloane. Whether that man could wake her up or not all depended on luck and fate.