Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 681

 

Westley walked forward carefully, his arms around Gabrielle. After going for two hundred meters,

 

they came to a large square with several little sunshades. Numerous bonfires were lit in the square's

 

center. Some people were conversing, drinking, and dancing, while others were barbecuing on nearby grills.

 

Around twenty young men and women were present. They appeared to be college kids, conversing

 

and singing cheerfully. The atmosphere was pretty animated.

 

Gabrielle, too, was a college student who was yet to graduate, but she felt out of place. She had

 

already seen too much and was no longer so pure and harmless.

 

Although they had grilled in this manner the night before, a group of experienced individuals were in

 

contrast with the pure college kids in front of them.

 

"Youth is a wonderful thing," Gabrielle exclaimed.

 

Westley was first amazed upon hearing this. He doubted that his wife, who was just in her. early

 

twenties, said it.

 

Gabrielle was still young. How could she have the audacity to express envy for other people's youth?

 

How about him? He was over thirty years old!

 

Westley felt a twinge of resentment at the thought.

 

"Gabrielle, you are in your youth. You still are a college student who's yet to graduate. Your face is

 

young and lovely. Someone would even think that you are underage,’ Westley said romantically,

 

rubbing her beautiful head.

 

Westley's wife enviously coveted others for their youth, which upset Westley.

 

"| don't resemble a teenager at all. You believe I am youthful and attractive, while others believe I am

 

older." Gabrielle couldn't stop herself from laughing.

 

"So, if you are not youthful, how about me? I am an old man above the age of thirty. I'm not sure |

 

deserve you anymore." Westley jested.

 

Gabrielle couldn't resist laughing when she heard what he said. Envy for others vanished in an instant.

 

"In my heart, you will always be the youngest and most gorgeous man! You are not at all elderly!”

 

Gabrielle lavished intriguing words on him.

 

"I thought you meant that I'm old. But well, I'm an old man now. You aren't as fond of me as you were

 

some time ago." Westley was well aware that she did not mean it and hence said it deliberately.

 

"Naturally, I like you. You are not at all elderly. Men in their thirties are said to be a flower. Men your

 

age are the most endearing. Are you unaware of the number of ladies in town that have a crush on

 

you? They are yearning for an opportunity to flirt with you. Women interested in getting married to

 

you can form a queue stretching from the eastern town to the western end of the town.

 

How could I not fall for you?" Gabrielle was skilled at enticing people, particularly this envious man.

 

"All said and done, you are the only one | adore. Regardless of how much you dislike me, I adore you,"

 

Westley said seriously.

 

He took advantage of the moment and expressed his love for her again. Gabrielle definitely melted.

 

Everybody might have enjoyed hearing lovely words. But Gabrielle particularly preferred to listen to nice remarks following her relationship with Westley.

 

After marrying her, Westley spoke nice words more easily. He took pleasure in demonstrating his

affection for her.