Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 74

Ever since they got married, Westley was always fond of saying harsh words to Gabrielle, but this time, the way he spoke to her stabbed her right through the heart. This made her speechless for several minutes.

Why would he say that she didn't treat him as her husband? He wasn't even a real husband to her; she was just trying to fill up the gap left by Nellie who was supposed to be married to him. So why should she treat him as her husband?

"Well, you were quite busy then." Besides, Gabrielle wasn't so sure that he would come to bail her out because she wasn't like a real wife to him.

"Busy? What do you mean by busy? It was late at night. What did you expect me to be busy with at that time of the night, Gabrielle?" He looked at her in disgust.

'Didn't he know what he was busy with? Do I always have to spell everything out?' she thought to herself.

"I just didn't want to cause you any inconvenience. Most importantly, you already warned me that you didn't want to see me making any trouble." She didn't want to start an endless conversation on why she did what she did so she decided to shoulder the blame.

"If you don't want to cause me any inconvenience as you say, then you should behave yourself!" he yelled at her in anger.

"I know."

Gabrielle comported herself and didn't say a word more in order not to upset him again.

"Alvin, drive us to Remy's hospital." He didn't want to talk to her as he was extremely angry with her. 'Why did she like getting into trouble?' he thought angrily.

The old injuries on her face were not fully healed and now; she had new ones. When Remy saw this, he was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Miss Jones, I was at Vineyard Villa this morning to change the dressing for you. Can you please tell me what happened?" Remy asked Gabrielle while wearing a pair of gloves. He wanted to know how she got more injuries on her face.

Her face was red even though she wasn't choking. She had nothing to say to debunk what Remy said.

He really wanted to know what happened because not only had she failed to heal her old wounds, but she also added new ones to them.

She felt too guilty to look Remy in the face.

"If you're being bullied by your family, I can help you get the best lawyer in the city. Stop adding new injuries to the ones you already have and keep asking me to help you dress them. I'm on the verge of breaking down," Remy said jokingly.

Hearing this, Westley got very angry and spoke to him in a very cold manner. "I asked you to treat and dress her wounds. Can't you be fast about it? You're taking so much time by talking too much. Don't your patients complain about the way you talk?"

"Actually, my patients are very kind, and they adore me very much. So tell me, what happened to your wife's face? If you were not the one who did this to her, then who did? Or did she go out in the middle of the night to fight again?" Remy asked as he looked at Westley.

"Answer the question yourself, Gabrielle," Westley said to her with a sneer on his face.

She felt so ashamed of herself that she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her.

This was not the first time she fought with people. She knew that if Remy knew this, he would see her as a little hoodlum who liked to fight.

She felt very ashamed.

"Gabrielle, did you fight with people again?" Seeing the redness of Gabrielle's face, Remy knew that he had guessed correctly.

"Ha-ha, it seems that this wife of yours is just a naughty girl who likes fighting so much. You should be more careful, Westley," Remy told him without mincing words.

'What did he mean by saying that Westley should be more careful? Was he trying to say that I am a bad wife?' she thought angrily.

"Why should I be the one to be more careful? If anyone has to be careful, then it should be her. If she keeps fighting with people without thinking about herself, I really won't care if she dies in the process of being beaten up again," he said in annoyance.

Remy smiled a bit. "Gabrielle will feel very bad with the way you're talking. When I went to Vineyard Villa this morning, she ran out with so much joy. But when she saw me, her countenance fell. It seemed like I was not the person she was expecting to see which made her very disap

pointed."

"Remy!" What he said made her very uneasy.

"When did it become your right to interfere in my private life, Gabrielle? I don't remember giving you such right." He would never tell her what went on in his life. After all, she was just a substitute wife.

She knew that she shouldn't have asked him such a question and immediately regretted it.

"Westley, I don't mean to interfere in your affairs. I am just concerned about your well-being." She wanted to explain to him, but it was hard for her to explain it in a way for him to understand.

She decided not to explain.

"Gabrielle, you'd better remember who you are. Don't take care of things you shouldn't, and I need you to know that you don't have the right to meddle in my private life," he blurted out without caring about how she felt.

Although she felt mistreated by what he said, she had to hide her feelings. She couldn't show it directly, let alone let him know that what he said had hurt her deeply.

"What's the matter? Can't I just scold you?" Seeing the resentful look on her face, he felt a little sorry for her. Seeing her face battered with wounds, his heart softened up a little bit.

"I don't mean that Westley, you can say whatever you want to say. It's okay," she said as she choked back her anger.

'How could she pretend to be not angry in this condition?' he reasoned.

"Tell me, what happened? Why did you fight with people again? Are you a ruffian? Why do you always like fighting with other people?" When he heard that she had a fight with women in the toilet of the restaurant and was sent to the police station, he was really angry and wondered why she would do such a thing.

It seemed that he had married a trouble maker, not a wife. She made trouble almost every day, so he was thinking about asking her to go back to the Jones.

She was amused by what he had said. She wanted to laugh, but dared not so as not to anger him.

"I'm not a ruffian. It was those two women who beat me first. If they didn't do it first, I wouldn't have fought them. I'm not an easily intimidated woman." Although she still felt bad because of the way he spoke to her at first, she became a little happy when she saw that he seemed to care about her.

He was not as ruthless as he claimed to be and was very concerned about her.