Westley had always been a stern man. He belonged to a peculiar school of thought which believed that there were
two kinds of people in existence. The first group deserved his care and attention while those in the second one
enjoyed neither of the benefits. Although Holly was an acquaintance of his, she was someone he did not care about at all.
So it made no difference to him whether or not she was sick or injured. Besides, her illness was self-inflicted. Hence,
nobody sympathized with her.
Such a person didn't merit the slightest demonstration of their compassion.
“Let me go there to ascertain Holly's condition. It doesn't matter if I pay her a visit in order to just have a look.”
Gabrielle looked at him affectionately.
"Then, let me accompany you," Westley replied. He had been quiet for a moment.
“No! There is no need for that," Gabrielle answered him. She refused his request decisively.
‘I can't possibly let him go with me. If that happens, then Holly will get exactly what she wants.’ The reason why
this woman made her suffer from a cold was to attract Westley's attention. This was very clear to Gabrielle.
“Darling, don't you really want me to go with you?" He was quite shocked by her blunt refusal.
“It is totally unnecessary for you to see her. We are two women, but you are a man. She might just be
inconvenienced by your presence," Gabrielle took her time to explain.
Westley thought that her reason was genuine enough. So h + relented
“You aren't jealous, are you?" His voice was distinctively ol while he put some food in her bowl.
It pleased him a great deal to know that his wife was jealous.
"Do I look jealous?" she asked. "I do not think I am." Gabrielle paid no attention to him. Instead, she began to drink
her soup.
After the couple were done having dinner, some soup and porridge were sent to them from the kitchen. Gabrielle
received the food before she left for Holly's place.
“Darling, are you really sure about going there all by yourself? Let's go together." Westley was standing beside her when he asked.
“Honey, you don't have to accompany me. I can go there alone. Don't you trust me?" she couldn't help but ask him.
"Of course I trust you. Then, let us go there together. But you will proceed into her room alone. I will stay outside.
She certainly won't know about it." Westley took the tray from her hand peremptorily. He preferred to carry it himself.
This was because he didn't want his wife to do such a heavy job.
After saying all these words, there was no need for her to refuse. Hence, Gabrielle let him lead the way. He was still holding the tray in his hands.
“Thank you, dear Mr Morris. I appreciate your kindness." She looked at him with a lovely smile on her face.
"The pleasure is all mine, darling. But action speaks louder than words. You have got to demonstrate your gratitude.
I want a practical reward of love,” Westley asked her without the slightest hesitation.
In response to that, she stood on the tip of her toes and gave him a quick and decisive kiss on the corner of his mouth
The simple gesture delighted Westley. He couldn't hide his excitement.
However, the other four people present were a little irritated. It was as if the couple was showing off.
“We have to hurry up!" Gabrielle said. She blushed as a result of being shy.
Her relationship with Westley was a mutually satisfying one. But they seldom kissed in public. Especially in front of so many people.
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