Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Holding Onto Him

Gabrielle’s eyes welled up with fear and trepidation, and from the bottom of her heart, anxiety rose. She tightly clenched Westley’s shirt with her hands, unwilling to let him go. Her grip had wrinkled his plain and smooth shirt.

“Gabrielle, if you keep holding onto me like that, how can I run water? You need to clean yourself now.” Westley didn’t try to pull her hands away. So, he coaxed her in this way, hoping that she would let go of him by herself NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

However, Gabrielle didn’t draw her hand back. Instead, she clenched his shirt even more tightly now. Her body was trembling so hard that even her fingertips quivered. She was visibly scared

“No, no…” Gabrielle stared at him with her bright black eyes, lightly shaking her head. Even her voice was soft and muffled, almost sounding frightened.

It was the first time that Westley saw Gabrielle in a state like this. It also happened for the first time that someone needed him.

His heart was full of feelings.

“Well, you are not letting me go. Then, I’ll carry you to run water, okay?” Westley held her in his arms and squatted beside the bathtub. He kept one hand behind her and turned on the tan with the other.

The water started running out of the tap. Gabrielle, who had been quiet and woeful, suddenly burst into tears. Her tears streamed down her cheeks like the water running out of the tap

“Gabrielle, what’s wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?” Westley was troubled. He became worried when his eyes trailed at her red and swollen face. There were two clear palm prints on it. He was aware of who had hit her.

As soon as he entered the room and saw Gabrielle getting tortured, he wanted to kill Estelle without skipping a beat.

“Westley, was I about to die?” Gabrielle gradually recovered herself.

But in her mind, she could still clearly see the shining scissors in Estelle’s hand. If Westley didn’t come on time, she could have gotten killed with those scissors. “Stop overthinking. I won’t ever let something like that happen again,”

Westley coaxed her earnestly.

“I know. It’s all my fault.” Gabrielle blamed herself, tears still lingering on her cheeks and neck.

Westley carried her to the stool and gently let her sit down. With a serious demeanor, he put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face. “Gabrielle, you didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t your Waalt, so don’t blame yourself. Do you understand?”

Gabrielle slowly nodded. She understood Westley’s words, but she felt both sad and scared, like a barrier in her heart that she couldn’t overcome.

“Well, the water is ready. Take a hot bath first. It will make you feel more comfortable. We can talk after you bathe. Do you want me to help you take off

your clothes and bath?” Westley’s face considerably softened with a hint of a slight smile in his eyes. He knew that Gabrielle had recovered enough to bathe herself, but still, he said that.

She felt embarrassed, loosening her grip on his clothes. “No, thanks. I can do it myself. Thank you for saving me today.” Despite der flushed state, Gabrielle looked him in the eyes and sincerely thanked him.

Westley was moved by her gratitude. After all, they had known each other for a long time, and she had Dever formally thanked him.

His heart was touched by her words.

“Gabrielle, veuenber. No matter what happens in the Future, for now, you are my wife. 16h responsible for protecting you during our marriage. So, you don’t need to thank me for it.” Westley tenderly rubbed her head. “Let me know if you need anything.” He stood up, left the room, and closed the door behind for her. 0

Gabrielle was still in a daze, feeling the warnth of his big palm on her head.

It was the first time that Westley had rubbed her head like this. His movement was very light, but she felt a little warm.

Without thinking a lot, she quickly took off Westley’s suit jacket. Although the stains on the black coat were not visible enough yet, she could smell coffee on it. It might have gotten stained with other coffee stains on her body. ‘I will take it to dry cleaning later.’

When Westley came out of the room. he received a call from Alvin, informing him that the situation had been handled, and Estelle was already locked up and dealt with. Westley knew that Alvin was capable of handling everything for him.

Now, all that worried him was that Gabrielle was alone in the bathroom. So, Westley soonNhung up the phone without saying too much

As expected, as soon as he reached the bathroom door, he heard something knock. He pushed the door open and saw Gabrielle sitting in the bathtub, bending over to pick up the shower gel that had fallen outside.

The knock that Westley had heard was

the sound of the shower gel falling on the floor. He was too sensitive.

“Westley, why are you here again? Gabrielle‘s hand stopped picking up the gel as she looked at him in surprise.

Westley walked over, calmly picked up the shower gel, and held it in his hand. “I’d better keep an eye on you.”

‘Is he implying that I am too hopelese te even take a bath by myself?’

Gabrielle’s face flushed, gradually turning her neck and body crimson. Her fair skin was tinted in light rose, making her look mesmerizing under the bright light that the water reflected.

“L… I really can. Can you go out now?” Gabrielle was stiù not used to this situation. Turning towards the opposite direction. She tried to face her back to him.

“Gabrielle, we are still a couple. Which part of your body have I not seen? Westley looked at her fondly. He was trying his best to silence the butterflies in his stomach. If it weren’t for the fact that Gabrielle was frightened and injured, he might have lost control of himself.

Westley had always been proud of his self-control, but when he stood in front of Gabrielle, he couldn’t restrain himself. Her body attracted Westley fatally, making him want to get close to her, get intimate and feel her body all over.

For a moment, Westley felt offended with himself. He was getting crazier and crazier for her. They agreed already that after this fake marriage, he would soon divorce Gabrielle.

But now, he was least interested in divorce. He truly wanted to take good care of that petite woman in front of him.

“Westley… Can you pass me the shower gel?” Gabrielle finally restricted herself from overthinking Nurning behind, she asked him for the shower gel.

In any way, they had already consummated their marriage. He could see her body as he had already seen it before. She was too silly and unreasonably bashful.

Besides, it was he who carried her back just now. With Westley by her side, she more or less felt relaxed.

“Westley, give me the shower gel. Westley…” Gabrielle called him twice. but he didn’t reply. Her eyes found Westley’s eyes locked at her. He was staring at her body without reserve.

Gabrielle felt as if he wanted to swallow her alive with his eyes. It felt so terrible.

“Westley, you should better go out and wait.” Gabrielle asked him to leave. afraid that Westley would do things to

her.

Westley suppressed his frenzied emotions and calmly ordered her “Turn around. I’ll rub your back.”