Gabnelle reached out and pinched Westley's face. The corners of her mouth curved upwards and a complacent smile formed on her face.
“Mr. Morris, you are jealous again. You said that you wouldn't be angry with me, but now you are so angry as if I have done
something wrong again.” Gabrielle deliberately put on an aggrieved and pitiful expression and looked at him.
Looking at the look on Gabrielle's face, Westley couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well, I'm not angry. Even if I want to be
angry, I shouldn't be angry with you. I should be angry with myself. I didn't get the chance to be a part of your past. So, I don't
have the right to comment on your past things," he quickly responded
“Westley, everyone has a past. The most important thing for us is to live in the present as fully as possible. Don't mind so much
about what happened in the past. Besides, I did not have a secret crush on anybody else. At that time, I was still in my
adolescence, and I didn't know what love really was." Gabrielle gave out an explanation when she noticed the solemn look on
Westley's face. In fact, she wanted to tell him that Bryce was probably the only person she ever liked throughout her school days.
However, in Bryce's eyes, her love was a lifelong disgust. To be honest, Gabrielle felt a little disappointed in her heart since she
got despised so strongly.
But, thankfully, God sent Westley her way, giving her the opportunity to feel the essence of love properly. Now she not only knew
what real love was, but she also got to know what it felt like to be so deeply loved by someone else. ®
"I really want to know what my dear wife looked like when you had a naive understanding of love in your adolescence," Westley
said in a soft tone.
"Not as beautiful as I am right now. At that time, I was a poor girl who was self-abased and ugly. Are you sure you want to see
me like that?” Gabrielle asked him curiously.
Moreover, everything she mentioned was true. She did, indeed, have low self-esteem and kept a low-key profile throughout her
school days. Although she had good grades, she never made too much of herself.
She was the most inconspicuous ordinary girl, and no one would give her a second glance. ©
“Gabrielle, my honey, no matter what you looked like, you're the best. So don't say that,"
Westley squeezed her hand and said seriously. The woman who could be his wife was already very superior, so there was no
need for an inferiority complex.
“I know. I used to have low self-esteem, but that is no longer the case. I'm Mrs. Morris, your wife. With the confidence you've
given me, I'll never feel inferior again," Gabrielle declared firmly with a confident smile on her face.
"Yes, you have to remember that you are my wife, a noble identity that many people envy." This time, Westley reached out and
happily held Gabrielle in his arms.
“I know, so I am very proud and happy for my identity as Mrs. Morris." Gabrielle directly said out a confirmation.
“Can you tell me how many boys you have liked before and how many times you've been rejected?" Westley immediately
brought up another subject.
The subject changed so fast that Gabrielle couldn't react for a moment.
"Mr. Morris, could you please remind me a little when you change the topic? If you suddenly change like this, I won't be able to
react." Gabrielle couldn't help but smile.
Just now, she was about to comment that this man was tolerant. But, before she could even Say anything, it was revealed that
her judgment was wrong.
Looking at how this man made the most of the chance he got, it seemed that he was pretty skilled at eliciting words. Now he was even asking who she used to have a crush on.
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