Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 689

Westley came out with bath towels and bathrobes. He noticed that Gabrielle had already gone into the

hot spring. She leaned over the edge and looked up at him.

"Honey, the water feels amazing. You should get in immediately." She waved at him. Her silky skin

glistened because it was wet.”

Prior to now, Gabrielle's face had been red because of the alcohol. But having soaked herself in the

hot spring, there was a difference in her complexion. She looked particularly attractive, her little face

was flushed.

When he saw her ravishing appearance, his heartbeat intensified.

"Honey, just leave the things on the chair. Come and let us have some fun." But she noticed that

Westley had no intention of getting into the water. So Gabrielle coaxed him until he changed his mind.

Westley made no further hesitation. He took off his clothes.

Gabrielle could see his muscular and slender figure. She whistled in reaction to the sight.

The way she curved her lips while whistling so faintly made Westley burst into laughter.

She never ceased to amaze him. He had never known that she was such a cute rascal.

"You just acted like a hooligan, didn't you?" Westley leaned beside his beloved. He looked at her

affectionately.

"Well, my being a rogue is solely for your pleasure, Mr. Morris. You are breathtakingly good-looking!"

Gabrielle had been longing to touch him. She stretched out her little hand and caressed his muscles.

It felt really great. They enjoyed each other's company.

"Have you ever acted like a hoodlum to any other person?" Westley asked. He was in a good mood.

“I only have one husband. My interest Is in you alone,” Gabrielle said with conviction.

"That is good to know." Westley leaned back. He rested his head on the towel by the edge of the pool,

looking up at the sky.

He soon discovered that the moon was not in the sky. It was almost pitch black. The stars could not

be seen. Nonetheless, his excitement was not hidden.

"I could be very naughty, Honey. Do you want to have a taste of my other side?" Gabrielle had a bold

and evil idea. She looked at the side of his face.

It was hard to tell if her new found courage was because of the alcohol she consumed?

Gabrielle flirted with him incessantly. She was really acting like a hooligan.

Westley was pleased. "What do you want to do?" he asked her. Apparently, she expected him to

reciprocate her smooth, gentle touch.

Now he was convinced that it was because she had too much to drink. Her recklessness and boldness

was Just too obvious.

But the manner she was acting amused him. He did not want her to stop. The more out of line

Gabrielle went, the better.

"Here is something I can do." She turned over and kissed him on the lips. Her grip was firm.

The night was crazy. But Gabrielle's memory shattered into innumerable pieces.

When she woke up on a big bed, it was with a severe headache. Every part of her body felt a kind of

pain.

She couldn't believe her eyes at first. Gabrielle peered at the completely strange place. From the look

of things, it should be the hotel room that they booked. The decoration was very simple and vintage.

But there was no trace of Westley.

Enduring the soreness, she managed to get out of bed and went into the bathroom. After freshening

up, the young lady went to the balcony in her lovely gown.

One could see the scenery of the resort from the second floor. She was mesmerized by the sight of a

very attractive man in the hot spring.

Although Westley was already effortlessly charming by merely being himself, being drenched in warm