Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 328

Gabrielle even said that Bryce was his brother-in-law. If Westley refused again, the woman would surely be pissed off. She might even give him the cold shoulder.

"I promise to help you look for him, but I won't guarantee you good news," Westley warned. He didn't want to get her hopes up especially if the Bryce he brought back would be crippled or was in a bad situation. If that was the case, what would Gabrielle think of him? That was why Westley thought it was best to give her a heads up.

After all, Bryce was previously caught when he escaped. He even stabbed Westley. How could Westley forget and let it go that easily? Of course, he had settled the score with Bryce, and beaten him bloody just to release his pent-up anger.

It was inevitable for Bryce to get hurt. That was just how it had been.

But he wouldn't kill Bryce. Westley could guarantee that much. After all, Westley wasn't so callous that he would disregard Bryce's life. Also, Westley wasn't mad or evil enough to kill someone so casually.

The sole reason why he said he would turn Bryce into a corpse was to frighten Gabrielle and the others. Westley didn't want the Jones family to think provoking him wouldn't have consequences. He needed to teach them a lesson.

As a result, the Jones family acquiesced. They didn't even look for Bryce anymore. Instead, they went by a different route — they wanted to pay for it by marrying Gabrielle to him. It was quite the plot twist.

"Okay. You will really ask someone to look for him, won't you? If you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't force you to do something you don't want." Even as she said this, Gabrielle furrowed her forehead. She was still worried especially since she knew what was on Westley's mind. She could tell he didn't take Bryce seriously, and in fact, he treated Bryce as an enemy. Even so, she couldn't blame Westley. Bryce took away his fiancée mere days before they were supposed to get married. That was understandably unforgiveable.

"I already told you I would look for him, I wouldn't renege on my promise. I would send people to look for him. If you don't believe me, you need to stop asking me to do it." Westley glanced at her. He crossed his arms over his chest and wondered since when people started doubting him. He was never the type to go back on his word.

And what was more infuriating was the fact that it wasn't just anyone who was doubting him — it was his own wife. He wanted to be good to this woman and show her how honorable he was, but she always doubted and second-guessed his intentions.

It was not right, and it was grating on his nerves.

"I believe you. I just don't want you to be in a dilemma," Gabrielle quickly explained.

Westley released the breath he didn't know he was holding, and he felt a little better after hearing that. "So then, you should just avoid mentioning Bryce's name in front of me. I get angry just hearing it. Understand?"

Gabrielle nodded feverishly. Of course she understood. She also knew it wasn't the right time to argue with him, so she should listen and simply agree.

"I trust you. I won't doubt you anymore." She breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Westley agreed to look for Bryce, Westley would definitely find him. She should stop questioning Westley at every turn.

"Now that I already agreed to your request, what reward should I expect?" asked Westley. He raised his brow, a smile playing on his lips.

Gabrielle was not stupid, and she immediately understood what he meant. Seeing his smirk, she rushed to kiss him.

It had been a pretty wild and rough night. And she felt the consequences the following morning when she woke up with her waist and back aching.

Gabrielle rolled over the bed and groaned. She knew it was her fault, so she had to bear it. She tried to stretch her back and only managed to hurt herself more.

She dressed simply before she headed downstairs for breakfast. The culprit, Westley, was sitting in the dining room. He was drinking coffee while Blackboo slept at his feet.

Gabrielle smiled at the scene that greeted her. 'Blackboo is really my favorite dog. He's always so clingy to Westley.'

"Oh, you're up. How do you feel?" Westley looked up at her with concern. His cup was arrested halfway to his lips.

"I'm okay." Gabrielle felt herself flush at the question. She sat opposite him before looking at him wordlessly.

"It's my fault?" Westley put down his cup and interlocked his fingers. He rested his chin over his hands and saw the flash of resentment in her eyes.

Gabrielle wondered why he bothered to ask when he already knew the answer.

Westley

went crazy last night, perhaps a little too crazy. It wasn't the first time too. The night before last, he did the same thing to her in the hotel. So now, she felt bone-tired after what she had been through in the past two days.