Gabrielle flung herself on the sofa and refused to move as soon as the two entered the room. Not only was her body afflicted but
also her drained heart.
Gabrielle had no idea what all the fuss was about today. The first was Holly, who had already physically and psychologically
exhausted her after putting up such a display. Then, Victor, the bastard arrived. She simply could not take any more.
"Are you tired, Gabrielle?" Westley approached her and took her tenderly in his arms. Seeing her fatigued face, he could see her
exhaustion, which troubled him.
"Not so much." Gabrielle settled into a comfortable posture in his arms and had no intention of moving. She wished she could
rest on his arms in that position forever
"Then stay here and let me give you a little massage.” Westley squeezed her shoulder gently.
"We haven't resolved anything about Holly, and then Victor appears out of nowhere. He must be mad. Feel no obligation to argue
with him or anything. Why, after all, did he come to the resort at midnight?" Gabrielle felt uneasy at the mention of Victor and
desired to tear him apart.
Certain people, like Victor, were born to be imitating, but this man lacked that level of self-awareness.
Regardless of how much Gabrielle despised him, he desired to appear in front of her and couldn't care less if others despised him
or not as long as he was pleased.
People had absolutely no method of dealing with such a person. The most difficult aspect to eliminate was this person's complete
lack of shame.
"He was here for you," Westley said placidly.
Indeed, Victor came to the resort for Gabrielle's sake, which was undeniable.
Gabrielle promptly explained on hearing this, "Westley, whatever reason that brings him here, it's irrelevant to me. I'm not
interested in seeing him at all. Is Ensfield too little for him? He has come to Antawood and has even visited the resort."
"Because the resort is intended to be accessible to the public, we can't really comment on his presence as a visitor.” Westley was
only being truthful.
Joseph owned this establishment, which was now open for business. Guests were, of course, welcomed here. But who would have
guessed Victor would make his way up the mountain in the dead of night?
“Westley, you are not mad at me, are you?" Gabrielle squinted her eyes at him and inquired.
“Why would I be mad at you, silly girl? Victor is responsible for his own actions, and you took no action. You did not invite him here. He only wishes to follow you. What are our options for him?" Westley rubbed her shoulders constantly.
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