Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 688

It was about a ten-minute walk from the square i their room. The chilly night wind blew as Westley

carried Gabrielle through the quiet and shady path

With Gabrielle's arms wrapped around Westley's neck, she carefully examined his features under the

streetlights.

“Dashing, aren't 1?" Westley couldn't help but laugh as Gabrielle was staring at him intently.

Seeing her like this, a smile formed on his lips. Her drunk face was a rare sight, and Westley thought

it was cute.

He couldn't believe he would spend a lifetime with this woman. He was very fond of watching her

every chance he got.

"Of course, my husband is the most handsome manin the world. I can't believe how charming you are."

Gabnielle reached out for Westley's hand and gently caressed it.

Touching his hand made Gabrielle feel giddy. Westley's hand was much bigger than hers. She didn't

want to let go of it at all.

“Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's cute. I'm so happy. Everything about my husband is amazing.” Gabrielle's words made

Westley blush.

It wasn't every day that he would get a confession like this from Gabrielle. After all, she was very

demure. If Gabrielle wasn't drunk, he wouldn't get to listen to her saying these kinds of words.

So he thought he wouldn't stop her from drinking; as long as she was able to control herself and not

get addicted.

A few moments ago, he had been standing under the shade of the tree, ready to pounce and take

Gabrielle away. If anyone else had forced her to drink, he would jump in without hesitation.

That would startle all of them. Gabrielle was taken away by the CEO of the Morris group out of the

blue. Rumors would escalate.

He would frighten the living daylights out of them.

If that happened, he wouldn't care if Gabrielle would get mad at him or not. He also didn't care about

what people would think. He'd just snatch her away in a heartbeat.

“Honey, will you promise to be my husband until my last breath?" Gabrielle whispered, looking at him

 

_ tenderly

Her eyes were clear and firm as she looked up at him. It made Westley think that she was not actually

wasted.

‘I will be your husband for as long as you want, my Gabrielle. You wouldn't want anyone else, right?"

Westley asked, smirking.

“You're the best husband ever. I don't need anyone else, just you. Just my Westley." She tightened her

arms around his neck as if she was scared he would run away.

This made Westley's heart flutter. It was a night he was never going to forget.

When they returned to the hotel, Gabrielle was still in his arms, but she had already sobered up.

Westley sat on the couch with her in his arms, sorry placing her on his legs. They exchanged glances with each other.