Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 36

In all her life, this was the first time that a man had embraced Gabrielle so intimately.

Oddly enough, Westley's action somehow gave her a sense of satisfaction.

Her happiness with Westley was always fleeting and today would be no different. As soon as she walked into the room, Westley grabbed her and threw her on the bed forcefully. The softness of the bed did very little to comfort Gabrielle.

Gabrielle searched her mind to understand his temperament and failed to grasp the reason behind it.

"Stop, it hurts..." With sadness she looked at him pleadingly. As her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed with emotion she tried to look away before he could see his effect on her.

"Gabrielle, is something wrong and did I hurt you?" asked Westley, with a quizzical look on his face.

Wesley was concerned and hesitant to leave her in such a state.

Despite his concern, his expression was void of emotion and he glared coldly at her as she recoiled in discomfort on the bed.

"Gabrielle, what is the matter?" Gabrielle continued to groan in discomfort and it was at this point that Westley couldn't help but begin to worry that something was really wrong.

"Hm... My insides feel as though they are on fire. Westley, do you think that maybe it was your wine we had at dinner?" she asked anxiously as she pulled her collar, suddenly alarmed that these were the deadly effects of an undetected poison.

'There is nothing wrong with the wine, ' Westley thought to himself. 'Gabrielle just had too much to drink. I mean, she almost drank up the whole bottle of wine for crying out loud! Who could survive that without a little discomfort?'

"I hardly think that it was the wine. After all, it is fermented and mulled by the best winery in the business. It is meant to be enjoyed in moderation, with each sip savored until the last drop. One would think you have never enjoyed such good wine before." He did not conceal his dislike for her at all.

Gabrielle was not surprised with his attitude; as Westley had never been affectionate to her in the past.

"You are probably right Westley, don't worry about me. I just want to get undressed and go to bed. It's alright, you can leave me now." Gabrielle felt hot and bothered, as she toyed with the thought of taking off her clothes right now.

Westley frowned; unapologetic and walked towards the door.

But he found that the door was locked.

He distinctly remembered using his leg to shut the door as he came in. Certain that he hadn't locked the door, he was just as confused as to who had.

He immediately realized that it must have been Miley.

'What will Gabrielle think?' he thought silently to himself. 'Surely she would be concerned once she came to her senses.'

Suddenly he had a flashback of the scene at dinner earlier that evening; and with a look of horror he realized she was not intoxicated but must have been drugged. Her reaction couldn't be to the wine; maybe it was the something in the soup.

Fear began to overshadow the scowl look on Westley's face, as he remembered a similar incident that had occurred to him not too long ago. How could one forget the time he had been framed for a crime that he did not commit?

Westley considered himself shrewd and definitely not gullible; yet here he was outsmarted by those whom he'd trusted the most, for the second time!

He drifted into deep thought remembering his first taste of betrayal with the Jones family. He had blamed his misfortune on his own carelessness; yet Tobias and his wife were equally responsible for the events that unfolded that night. The couple had secretly connived to drug him and forced him to have sex with Gabrielle.

Time had not dulled the sting of betrayal he felt at this very moment because of Miley. He was taken advantage yet again and this time in his own house. Feeling powerless, Westley resigned to the fact that he couldn't do anything to her.

Her title as "grandmother" was befitting indeed!

In a fit of rage, Westley kicked the door hard. His aggression was only met with silence from the other side of the locked door.

"Neil, can you hear me? Open the door if you are outside.

Neil, c'mon!"

It dawned on him that his efforts were pointless. No matter how loudly Westley shouted, there was no response at all.