Gabrielle felt a little tired after explaining. Why was Westley so demanding?
It was Westley who wanted to draw a line with Gabrielle. He even asked her to not make any trouble in his name. Now that she already solved the problem on her own, he was still mad at her. She didn't know what to do with him anymore.
It didn't matter what she wanted to do, he would still have the final say. She didn't know what else she could do in order to make him happy. He was always angry at her. Always angry.
She didn't even understand why he chose to marry her for atonement if he abhorred her in the first place.
"I know you hate me so much, Westley," she said to him. "You're angry at me and you will always be, no matter what I do." Her voice started to crack in frustration. "Why did you choose to marry me for atonement? Why?" It wasn't her intention to say those things but she couldn't keep it to herself anymore. She felt a little crestfallen with this whole situation with Westley.
For some reason, Westley's fist clenched. Gabrielle saw it. She looked at his eyes, staring back at her deeply, where she could see a lot of anger and darkness within.
"Don't get me wrong, Gabrielle," he uttered, smirking a little. "If only there are other adopted daughters of Jones, I won't marry you so don't flatter yourself. Unfortunately for me, you're the only one. I have been left with no choice." Westley felt so provoked that he just uttered whatever words came into his mind.
Hearing his regard, Gabrielle felt the same anger he felt. The pleading girl a while ago was now staring back at him with the same intensity his eyes gave off. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath for control. "I see," she said matter-of-factly. "Then I will go to Sloane's apartment for now. I'll just stay there until you feel fine." She forced a cold smile. "I guess if you don't see me, you'll be in a great mood, Westley."
It was the first time he had seen her in such a helpless state. Her usual bright dark eyes suddenly lost their luster. Such a look stabbed into Westley's heart. What was he doing?
He let out a sigh. "What do you mean, Gabrielle?" With eyebrows crossed, Westley raised his voice. He stared at her, his eyes cheerless.
How dare she threaten him with running away from home? Where did she get the nerve for doing that?
"Westley," she said, almost in a whisper, wincing, looking like she was in pain. "Please let go of my hand. It hurts, please." She looked at him firmly.
With what he heard, Westley unconsciously loosened his grip on her wrist. Where was his mind all this time? He didn't even notice he was squeezing her tight for so long. He frowned upon seeing that he left a red mark on her tender wrist.
A trace of bitterness flashed through his heart, but it disappeared quickly.
There was silence for a moment. Since he was so quiet and chose to not say anything anymore, Gabrielle turned around and went upstairs.
Not long after, she came rushing back downstairs with a bag in her hand.
And yet he thought she wasn't serious about staying out of their home for a few days. After all, he really didn't believe that she had the courage to leave home.
But now that she had packed her things up, it made everything real.
"Are you really going away?" Westley cast a cold glance at her.
"I'm not kidding. I'm serious about that," she said. "I will do what I said. It's final and you can't tell me otherwise." She said those words calmly but coldly.
Because Gabrielle knew that the more uneasy she would look in front of him, the more satisfied he would be. Didn't he ask her to marry him because he wanted to torture her?
"Fine. You can go." He said those words disdainfully.
Neil had been observing them from afar, right at the back of the walls separating the kitchen and the living room. Upon seeing her walking towards the door, he grabbed her bag to stop her from leaving. "Miss Jones, where are you going?"
"I make Westley angry now, Neil," she said, almost catching her breath in anger and haste. "I need to go out for a few days. Please let me out of his
sight." Gabrielle took the blame, but she made sure it was loud enough to be heard by Westley who was watching her.
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