Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 84

"What are you... doing?" muttered Gabrielle in a low voice, summoning all her energy to speak. As Westley carried her into a house she couldn't recognize, she slowly regained her consciousness. She wasn't used to this stuff—Westley carrying her. It was all too unfamiliar for her so she felt scared for a bit.

"Don't feel any regret now, Gabrielle. You begged me to help you," Westley said as he kicked the door open. The house was quiet, as what he expected. Sad and dark, as what he expected. The lights turned on instantly with the sound of his voice. With Gabrielle in his arms, he went upstairs right away and walked towards a bedroom that was newly decorated. There was a mattress that was still covered in plastic; it produced a screeching sound when Westley pinned Gabrielle down on it.

Gabrielle, on the other hand, struggled inside as she recognized her husband. She knew they shouldn't go on with what was about to happen, but she couldn't help caressing the man. She even pressed him harder against her, wrapping him in her arms.

Of course, something happened between them after that. The room was filled with screeching sounds of the mattress, their breaths, and... something else. When everything was over, Gabrielle fell asleep and Westley couldn't help but stare at her serene face. She looked tired but still beautiful. He took a new blanket from the wardrobe to cover her with it. Putting on a robe, he walked out of the balcony where he was welcomed by the night breeze.

Westley was not in the mood to appreciate the city lights in the distance. Too bad because it shone brightly, twinkling like stars across the horizon, and illuminating the darkness of the night. He lit a cigarette as he rested his arms on the railing.

This house, which was called the Half Moon Bay Villa, was bought by Westley five years ago for him and his fiancée Helena.

He could still remember the wide smile on her face when she came with him to pick this one. She liked it very much for its view of the city—the view that he was seeing right at the moment.

However, they never had the chance to move in due to a misfortune that broke Westley. Since the accident that took Helena's life, he rarely came to this house anymore.

Tonight, he only decided to come because it was the closest place to Alorith University he could think of.

He turned around to check on Gabrielle who was still sleeping on the bed. Then he thought of something. He put out the cigarette as he walked inside to call Remy.

"Remy, please come to the Half Moon Bay right now. Something happened to Gabrielle."

"Huh?" Remy said on the other line. "The Half Moon Bay?" He was rather shocked upon knowing where Westley was at the moment.

He knew what Half Moon Bay meant to Westley. He knew he bought the villa for him and Helena, where they could start a family and live a happy life. He knew that place made Westley extremely sad because of the unfortunate thing that happened. Westley had been ignoring it for a long time.

How could he be at Half Moon Bay tonight? And what was more surprising was that, Gabrielle was with him.

'What a big deal!' Remy wondered. 'How did she make Westley take her to the Half Moon Bay?'

"Didn't I make it clear?" asked Westley sarcastically. "We're in the Half Moon Bay. I need you to come here quickly." Westley dropped the call. He went to the wardrobe to find a lady's night robe for Gabrielle.

A few moments later, Remy came over as Westley asked, carrying a medical kit and dozens of questions with him. The first thing he saw was Westley, standing in the middle of the living room in a night robe, looking very gloomy and terrible.

He almost looked like the devil himself who rose from hell.

"What happened, Westley? What's the matter? Why did you bring her here? You don't let others come here, right?" he asked, trying to push his curiosity aside but failed miserably.

This place was Westley's forbidden place. He never allowed anyone drop by. His friends once tried to persuade him in selling it, in case it reminded him of Helena. But Westley just rejected their idea, yelling at them for even suggesting.

Remy didn't expect that the first person he would bring here was Gabrielle.

"Please tell me why I need to explain to you," he said monotonously. His face serious. "She's upstairs. Go and check her." Westley glared at him.

No matter how much he wanted to know the answer, Remy had to devote himself to his work now.

"Westley, your hand is also hurt. What happened?" He noticed that there were small cuts on the back of Westley's hands. He thought that although it didn't look serious and didn't bleed, he still needed to attend to the injury.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Check Gabrielle first. Upstairs, please." Westley strode upstairs when he finished talking.

His hand was probably wounded when he broke the glass window of the office earlier. He paid no attention to it before as it didn't really hurt. But now that Remy pointed it out, he started to feel a little pain.

When Remy followed Westley to the room, he saw Gabrielle sleeping on the bed. 'The two didn't even remove the plastic covering? What's so urgent? Maybe Westley hurt her accidentally when in a hurry, ' Remy thought and looked at the other man subconsciously.

"Why are you looking at me?" Westley asked annoyingly. "Look at her. Her face is swollen and there's something wrong with the corner of her mouth. Look." Remy found the angry look on Westley's face a bit terrifying.

Only then did Remy saw Gabrielle's face clearly. There were scars on her face that hadn't been completely healed, and yet she looked as if she was slapped again. Now both sides of her face were swollen and flushed.

"Did you really beat her up this time?" Remy asked curiously, his voice sounded worried. "I didn't expect you to have such a strange hobby in bed. Aren't you too cruel?" He pictured scenes of abuse in his mind. He thought it was horrible and unsightly. He was even disgusted at the thought.

Westley felt that he made a wrong decision in calling Remy.

"If you don't know how to make her better, you can get out now. Maybe make an appointment with a neurologist or ophthalmologist to have your brain and eyes checked. It seems that

you are really getting blind and stupid." He sneered at Remy.

Dr. Remy responded immediately, "It does look like that, Westley. I'm telling you, this room smells like sex. Didn't you two make love?"