Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 387

Gabrielle didn't say anything. She just kept silent and listened as Westley spoke to Helena.

Westley kept saying that he loved her and he would be good to her for the rest of his life. Gabrielle felt something tug on her heartstrings.

"Helena, I brought Gabrielle here to see you today because I want you to know that I have someone who loves and cares about me deeply now. You can be rest assured that I'm more than fine and happy." Westley was standing there with his back ramrod straight. He was looking at Helena intently, as if he was desperate for her to know the gravity of each word he said.

Gabrielle knew that it must have taken him a lot of courage to come here to see Helena and introduce Gabrielle to her.

The gesture moved Gabrielle. It also spoke volumes of how far he had come from when their relationship began.

Westley did this to make Gabrielle feel better.

He was so considerate of her feelings, and she felt something bloom in her chest.

Subconsciously, she reached out and held Westley's hand tightly. The two of them held each other's hands and stood there, staring at Helena's photo quietly and solemnly.

"Gabrielle, did you hear what I said?" Westley whispered to her, his eyes soft and tender as he stared at Gabrielle.

Of course she heard him—every single word, loud and clear.

And Gabrielle was deeply touched because of what he did. She couldn't even begin to describe how emotional she felt in that moment.

"Yes, every word." She gave him a small smile.

"Gabrielle, I said this to both Helena and you. From now on, you're the only woman I will ever love." Westley tipped her face towards his.

Gabrielle knew he meant every word he said. Westley was a man of honor.

He wouldn't have taken her here just to lie to her in front of Helena. He wasn't that cruel.

"I know. Thank you for trusting me and loving me," Gabrielle said, almost choking with emotion on the last word.

"You silly girl, you deserve all the best." Westley pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in a fierce hug. He rubbed his cheek on her hair.

Gabrielle leaned against his chest and stole a peek at Helena's photo. She felt her face blush with embarrassment.

Helena was Westley's ex-fiancée. Hugging like this in front of her photo seemed a bit inappropriate.

'Miss Collins, thank you for saving Westley. Don't worry, I will take good care of him.'

Gabrielle closed her eyes and made the promise.

What happened between Helena and Westley was in the past now, no matter how close they were. Helena would always be a part of his life.

But he was Gabrielle's husband now.

"Thank you." Gabrielle's voice was low, but she was certain Westley heard her.

Westley held her tighter, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. His lips lingered there for a few beats.

"Are you cold?"

Winter was still here, and they were standing in a cemetery.

"A little," Gabrielle admitted. Her breath even plumed, and her teeth almost chattered.

She didn't know why, but she always felt colder in the cemetery than anywhere else.

"Let's go. It's getting late. We should head home now."

Westley grabbed her hand,

his face full of concern.

He was worried that Gabrielle might catch a cold.

"Okay, let's go. Miss Collins is probably happy you came to see her."

Gabrielle wanted to go back. She was getting uncomfortable.

Although she was married to Westley and was his wife now, she still felt guilty for Helena somehow. Gabrielle knew it was irrational, but she couldn't help feeling like she wronged the other woman.

It was as if she stole Westley from Helena.

"Helena, we have to go now. I'm sorry but I might visit you less often in the future. I hope you can forgive me." With a slight incline of his head, Westley turned around and walked away—his arm slung over Gabrielle's shoulders.

As they warmed their hands inside the car, Gabrielle faced him.

"Westley, why did you say you would visit her less often?" Gabrielle's forehead was creased. She was curious why he said that.

"You're my wife and the only woman I will love from here on out. I have to be around you," Westley said.

Gabrielle knew that it was all because of her. Westley didn't want her to feel uncomfortable and jealous because of a dead person. He was so in tune to her feelings.

"I see. But I really don't mind, Westley. You grew up together, after all." If it wasn't for the accident, Westley and Helena would have been married by now. Gabrielle was sure they were so close to each other.

Gabrielle sorely wished she met him earlier.

However, she was so grateful for Westley's thoughtfulness. She loved seeing this side of him.

"No, it's okay. I grew up with Helena, and I knew her very well. She would be very happy to see that I'm in a good place right now with the woman I love. She wouldn't mind if I visit her less often. Besides, I'm your husband now, so you will always be my priority." Westley stared deep into Gabrielle's eyes as he spoke these words. He wanted her to know how serious he was.

Gabrielle was at a loss what else to say to him.

"Thank you, Westley." Gabrielle put her hand over his and squeezed it.

"Gabrielle, you're my wife. This is something husbands should do." Westley took her hand and brushed her knuckles on his jawline.

Gabrielle didn't say anything more. Her phone suddenly rang; the shrill sound it made was so loud inside the car. She saw it was Jackson, and she somehow felt uneasy.

She hesitated for a while before picking up the call. "Jackson, what can I do for you?"

"Ms. Glyn wants to see you. Where are you now?" Jackson was his typical cold and apathetic self.

He was always so arrogant and impolite. It rarely mattered to him who he was talking to. Gabrielle had been used to it.

"Ms. Glyn wants to see me? Do you know why?" Gabrielle peeked at Westley, who was staring up ahead.

It was a great honor that Melissa wanted to see her, but Gabrielle knew there must be a reason.

"I don't know. Are you free today? Come to the hotel if you have time," Jackson replied with an icy tone.

Gabrielle sighed, but she couldn't refuse. "I see. Okay, I'll go to the hotel."

Without any response, Jackson hung up the phone. Gabrielle was speechless, and she stared hard at her own phone. 'That guy is so rude!'