Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 570

Gabrielle and Westley bought a lot of different things from the market before stuffing their car with them. On the way back home, among many shops passing by them, Westley stopped the car in front of a flowers shop. When he emerged out of the shop, a bouquet of refreshing and lovely red roses smiled in his hands.

"Here," Westley said, getting inside the car, "11 roses for my lovely wife. Their quantity signifies that you're the treasure that I relish." Westley gave her the small bouquet, explaining the meaning of the 11 tied-up roses.

Gabrielle felt like she was dreaming as her hand gently grabbed hold of the symbol of love and romance.

"But... Why are you giving me roses all of a sudden?" she asked, tilting her head.

Even though their love life was getting brighter and richer with each passing day, Gabrielle wasn't going to believe that Westley just suddenly bought her roses because he saw a florist shop. 'That can't be the possible reason, duh.'

"Does your beauty require reasons to be appraised?" Admiration and love shone in Westley's eyes as he looked into Gabrielle's innocent orbs. He slowly leaned forward and pecked her forehead.

"Well, I don't know, but it doesn't seem like a convincing reason to me. Tell me, why these roses all of a sudden?" Gabrielle touched the velvety rose petals and then deeply inhaled the 11 roses that made her feel like a treasure for real.

"Do they make you feel better?" Westley had his hands on the steering wheel, but he didn't start the car. He was just absorbing the beauty of his pretty wife as she filled her insides with the smell of roses.

From the hospital to the supermarket, Gabrielle's fretted silence worried Westley to such an extent that when he saw the florist shop, he hoped that buying a bunch of flowers may make her feel better. Flowers were at least a thousand rounds better than nothing.

And looking at the change in Gabrielle's mood, Westley felt the proudness of his fruitful plan.

"They..." Gabrielle looked at Westley with smiling eyes. "They sure make me feel more than just better. Thank you, Westley." Just like always, Gabrielle was sincere with her words.

Holding the bouquet of roses close to her heart, her face was gleaming with unrestrained joy.

"Gabrielle," Westley gently called her name, catching her attention. "I am your husband, and you know how much I care about you. Please, no matter what happens around you, tell me; share with me. You know, you can always rely on me. I'm always there when you need a shoulder to lean on and unburden your heart. Okay?"

Westley's words weren't something that Gabrielle didn't know. He cared about her the most. He was willing to do anything and that hindered her even more from troubling him with all her secrets.

"Yes. But... I am okay. I just don't want to disturb you." Gabrielle's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Hey." Westley nudged at her shoulder to make Gabrielle face him. "I'm yours only. It's my duty, being your husband to lighten up your life with as much happiness as I can, Gabrielle. If I can't merely do that, what other purpose do I have?" Westley's sincerity was evident.

Gabrielle smiled. She didn't want to, but she knew that if she wouldn't tell him, he would still be concerned. "You're right, but..." She sighed. "It's not that big a deal." Gabrielle slightly frowned before continuing, "I was curious to know something. How many grandsons does Denton's grandfather have in the Sanderson Family?"

"You're asking me about the Sanderson Family's grandsons?" Westley repeated, a bit in disbelief. He didn't expect that under her worried behavior would lie such a mere question.

"Hmm." Gabrielle nodded. "Tell me, how many grandsons does his grandfather have in the Sanderson Family?" Gabrielle repeated seriously.

She was honestly not interested in the Sanderson Family or their grandsons. Plus, she didn't want to indulge Westley in any matter that included them, for she knew how Sanderson's grandsons were his rivals in love. Westley didn't have a kind heart towards that whole family.

"What's with Sanderson's grandsons? Why do you suddenly want to know? Did someone pester you? Was it Nathan or Victor?" Suddenly, with the flow of questions, Westley was filled with rage.

'I am going to screw these bothersome bastards.' Westley clenched his teeth, feeling the need to punch those faces who repeatedly aggravated his wife.

"No, it's not that, Westley. You know Nathan i

s still in a coma, and you already have an eye on Victor. They both can't possibly do anything." Gabrielle furrowed her brows in displeasure remembering it. "It was Denton this time. He was being so wicked," Gabrielle hurriedly said before Westley would overthink, creating a murder plan.

"Denton?" Even only Denton's name brought a frown to Westley's features. "Uhh... Well, people know him for his licentiousness and wildness. He's also famous as a playboy in Ensfield, but... How did he meet you?"