Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 411

Westley really thought that it was unwise to close the zip for Gabrielle, for he had overestimated his self-control and underestimated his attraction to her.

So when he went in and saw her exposed back, his heart almost stopped beating. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold himself back, surprised at his body's reaction.

Gabrielle not only had a pretty face but also a perfect figure. She was stunning and flawless enough to be a model, a hand model, a leg model, and even a back model. She would easily throw everyone else to the side.

"Is that you, Westley? Come here. I need help." Gabrielle noticed him come in, so she hurriedly told him to zip up her dress.

The zip started from the small dip at the bottom of her spine, so her entire back was exposed before Westley. Actually, Gabrielle could have managed to do it on her own.

Women were blessed with unexplainable skills to put on clothes, dresses, or skirts—no matter how complicated they might seem. Somehow, they always found ways to wear such clothing all by themselves.

But since there was someone else she could ask for help now, Gabrielle wanted to take advantage. She didn't want to spend a few minutes fiddling with the zipper.

"Who else did this for you before, Gabrielle?" Westley stood behind her, with one hand on her waist and the other slowly zipping up the dress. His eyes trailed the creamy complexion of her skin, and he swallowed hard.

He could have done it in five seconds tops, but Westley purposely zipped it as slow as he could. This woman was standing with her exposed back—her ivory skin, delicate as snow, almost glimmered under the light. Westley couldn't look away even if he wanted to. He was mesmerized by her. He wished she would belong to him, only him.

"Me, of course—except when Sloane was here. Then, she would do it." Gabrielle didn't even look behind her. If she did, she could have seen the intense look in Westley's eyes.

"Good." Westley smirked and felt happy. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and finished zipping the dress.

It was an off-shoulder dress, so it didn't look too skimpy. It revealed just enough bare skin. That was why Westley chose it finally.

She was his wife, after all. So it followed that he would rather choose the most conservative style than let her wear something too revealing. He didn't like it when she attracted too much attention.

Gabrielle finally understood why Westley asked that.

Gabrielle guessed he must have been jealous that others would see her wearing like this. Well, now he could rest easy.

"That's enough, Westley. Why is it such a big deal who else has helped me dress up?" Gabrielle was kind of dumbfounded. She turned her head to the side and watched him at the corner of her eyes.

"I don't care who helped you in the past. But from now on, I will be the only one to do it for you. No one else is allowed, not even Sloane." Westley crossed his arms over his chest.

Gabrielle didn't show it, but she felt something flip inside her chest when he said that. Men like Westley didn't easily get jealous and make outrageous requests. The only explanation was because he truly loved and cared about her.

But when he mentioned Sloane, Gabrielle's heart sank.

Sloane, her best friend, still hadn't woken up from the coma. Why? Each day that Sloane still lay unconscious at the hospital tortured Gabrielle.

"Westley, you asked Benny to visit Sloane, right? How is she?" Gabrielle faced him and asked.

All the blushing and uneasiness were gone. Instead, Gabrielle's eyebrows were drawn together; she was very concerned.

Gabrielle worried about Sloane almost every minute of every day. She wanted her to wake up and be back to her old self.

"Things are going to get better, Gabrielle—probably not so soon, even if Benny is there. We need to take it slow. I know you're worried about Sloane, and I understand that. But the truth is, the experts attending her think that she is too delicate, and it may not be the best if they use the most aggressive approach and treat her with the most advanced equipment. Their only hope now is for Benny to find ways to strengthen her resol

ve and desire to live." Westley rested both of his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, trying to comfort her in a gentle tone.

He knew exactly how anxious Gabrielle was. To her, Sloane was more than just her best friend. Sloane was also her family.