Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 51

These three women had just finished beating up Sloane mercilessly. Even when Gabrielle also fought with them on behalf of her friend, she was beaten up too. Seeing someone walking towards them from a distance, they comported themselves. "Westley?" One of the women quickly recognized Westley as soon as he came closer. She couldn't help the quiver in her voice as she called his name.

Westley, whom many people regarded as the demon king in the whole of Antawood was hardly seen in a place like this. Right now, he was in front of them and had seen how they fought dirty.

He didn't want to get involved in the fight between the women, especially when he saw that his wife, Gabrielle had the upper hand. He didn't have it in mind to make any move to separate them. He just wanted to watch the show and see how competent she was.

But when one of the women kicked her on the back, he knew he was doing the wrong thing watching them tear one another apart. Besides, Gabrielle was his wife. If she was beaten in front of him, he would be disgraced.

By the way, the only person who had the right to intimidate her should be him, not any other person.

"Westley, you're the one. What did you come here to do?" one of them asked faking a smile.

The three violent women began tidying up themselves quickly. All the women in Antawood were crazy about him. They saw him as the most suitable man with money that all women wanted to be with him at all cost. He was hardly seen in more formal gatherings, but he was right here in front of them. Although this surprised them, they were also sad because they looked very unkempt in front of their dream man.

He didn't bat an eyelid. He walked past them and went straight to meet Gabrielle and knelt beside her.

"Are you okay, Gabrielle?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine, '' she responded quickly. She looked up at him with a pitiful look on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were streaks of blood on the corner of her mouth with several fingernails scratches on her face, which made Westley's face red with anger.

'Didn't this stupid woman know what "fine" means? She was bullied into such a sorry state, how could she says she is fine? Does she not know that someone fine didn't look this way?' he thought to himself.

He stretched out his hand towards her and lifted her gently. Gabrielle's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know that he could be this caring to her. The three seductive bitches beside them were also shocked to the extent that they opened their mouths wide. It was so open that a full egg could be put into each of them.

Why did he lift her from the ground in such a loving manner? He didn't take a look at any of them for even a split of a second.

'What was their relationship? What was the connection between the both of them?

Who was this woman? Have we unknowingly offended Westley?' they thought.

They gave one another a puzzled look.

"You three useless women, you had better stay where you are. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't survive if I deal with you all," he warned them coldly as he had already known that they would want to make a move to escape.

They wouldn't dare to disobey him when they saw the wicked and fierce look on his face. They could only stand where they were in fear.

They couldn't help but think about the enormous trouble that they had put themselves into. They came here to help Estelle teach Sloane a lesson.

"Thank you very much, Westley. Thank you for helping us," Gabrielle said with so much humility. Without paying attention to anyone else, she ran quickly to Sloane, who was lying on the ground almost lifeless.

"Sloane, Sloane, are you okay? Why were you fighting again?" She held her dear friend in her arms.

"Eh... Pooh..." Sloane coughed heavily and spat out blood, which frightened Gabrielle.

"Sloane, are you okay? Call an ambulance! Westley, Sloane spat out blood. Is there an ambulance?" she cried out to Westley desperately. She was already shedding tears. She didn't want her friend to die in her arms.

Seeing her shedding tears made him worried. He hated seeing a woman cry because it made him baffled and confused.