Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 410

'Gabrielle, you're my wife!'

Westley's words resounded in her head. He was so serious when he said them. It was as if there was a giant hammer, striking Gabrielle's heart.

His words reminded her that she was indeed his bonafide wife.

"I know. I am your wife; your legal wife." Gabrielle couldn't hide her smile.

"Is that why you came all the way out here? To tell that to me?" She was so amused that she ended up laughing.

She never thought that Westley could be so adorable.

"You silly girl, do I really have to tell you that? I'm just telling you that you're my wife. I'm supposed to solve your problems, not other men. That's why I came all the way out here," Westley responded.

At last, Gabrielle understood him.

It turned out that he was jealous. He knew that Kendal had helped her, so he drove all the way out here from the company.

"You really didn't have to do this, Westley. Kendal is Lolita's cousin. His sole intention was to help Lolita. I'm just getting some of the benefits. We have nothing to do with each other," Gabrielle explained hurriedly.

However, her explanation was not enough to stifle Westley's idea.

"Now that I'm here, there's no need to trouble anyone else. I'll help you myself," he said with a smile.

Gabrielle had no clue what he was about to do next.

"Westley, what are you planning to do?" she asked in a voice laden with confusion.

"Do what Kendal hasn't done to you yet." Westley held her hand, and led her to the room.

The moment Gabrielle crossed the threshold of the room, she figured out what he was saying.

There was a dark green dress on the sofa, a pair of beautiful shoes, and a set of jewelry on the table next to it.

They had obviously been prepared for her.

"Westley, did you prepare this for me?" Gabrielle was pleasantly surprised.

"Who else would I give it to? I can't really wear those myself, can I?" Westley chuckled as he pulled her to the sofa.

The long dress was well-designed. Judging from the ingenious combination of lace and driblets of diamonds, it was certainly a dress fitting for a noble. Naturally, Westley's taste in all things was definitely extraordinary.

"So, you came all the way out here to bring these to me?" Gabrielle was too happy to say anything else.

"Are you pleased with them?" asked Westley.

"I am!"

She turned around and planted a warm kiss on his cheek.

He held her waist, and kissed her passionately before letting her go. "I prepared a lot of stuff for you and all I got was a kiss on the cheek? Oh, come on! That's a bit unfair, isn't it?"

Gabrielle's face turned red because of what he said. She tried to avoid eye contact with him.

"You've already kissed me. Isn't that enough?" she asked shyly.

Gabrielle believed that this matter was too heavy of a burden, so she refused the dress that Kendal intended to give her.

But since Westley was the one who gave her a dress this time, she really wanted to change into it immediately.

That was the difference between the two.

"Of course, it isn't! However, I will let you go for now. I won't let you miss your discussion meeting." Westley went to the sofa, and picked up the dress for her.

"Okay. Get out, so I can change." Gabrielle nodded in agreement.

Without another word, Westley strode out of the room, leaving her alone.

As soon as the door was closed, Gabrielle took a few deep breaths to calm her down. What he did just now made her feel suffocated. Truthfully, if it had gone any longer, she might've fainted.

'Ah! What a dangerous man. He even wanted to change my clothes for me this time,' she exclaimed inwardly.

Luckily, Westley was stoic enough to undress her without giving into his desire.

But in reality, she was mistaken. He wasn't calm at all. In fact, he was quite excited, but he was capable of feigning calmness.

As Westley stood in front of the glass window of the living room, he kept swigging a glass of water.

When he was undressing Gabrielle earlier, he almost failed to control himself. She was his beloved wife. He already knew how gorgeous she was, and yet, when he began to undress her, it aroused a burning desire in his heart.

But in order not to frighten her, he tried his best to suppress his urges, and he made himself look stoic.

Thus, what he was doing wasn't a torture for Gabrielle, but in fact, a torture to himself.

If it weren't for the fact that she drove him out, she would miss the jewelry discussion meeting tonight.

It was fortunate that she kicked him out before he could burst.

'In the future, I should probably stop doing something like that, just in case I'm unable to control myself. I don't want to freak Gabrielle out,' Westley thought to himself.

"Westley, I'm done dressing up. Can you come in and help me zip this dress up?" said Gabrielle.

After a moment of hesitation, Westley gulped down half a glass of cold water, and then returned to the room.