Lock You In My Heart Chapter 411

Westley really thought that it was unwise to close the zip for Gabrielle, for he had overestimated his self-control and underestimated his attraction to her.

So when he went in and saw her exposed back, his heart almost stopped beating. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold himself back, surprised at his body’s reaction.

Gabrielle not only had a pretty face but also a perfect figure. She was stunning and flawless enough to be a model, a hand model, a leg model, and even a back model. She would easily throw everyone else to the side.

“Is that you, Westley? Come here. I need help.” Gabrielle noticed him come in, so she hurriedly told him to zip up her dress.

The zip started from the small dip at the bottom of her spine, so her entire back was exposed before Westley. Actually, Gabrielle could have managed to do it on her own.

Women were blessed with unexplainable skills to put on clothes, dresses, or skirts—no matter how complicated they might seem. Somehow, they always found ways to wear such clothing all by themselves.

But since there was someone else she could ask for help now, Gabrielle wanted to take advantage. She didn’t want to spend a few minutes fiddling with the zipper.

“Who else did this for you before, Gabrielle?” Westley stood behind her, with one hand on her waist and the other slowly zipping up the dress. His eyes trailed the creamy complexion of her skin, and he swallowed hard.

He could have done it in five seconds tops, but Westley purposely zipped it as slow as he could. This woman was standing with her exposed back—her ivory skin, delicate as snow, almost glimmered under the light. Westley couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. He was mesmerized by her. He wished she would belong to him, only him.

“Me, of course—except when Sloane was here. Then, she would do it.” Gabrielle didn’t even look behind her. If she did, she could have seen the intense look in Westley’s eyes.

“Good.” Westley smirked and felt happy. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and finished zipping the dress.

It was an off-shoulder dress, so it didn’t look too skimpy. It revealed just enough bare skin. That was why Westley chose it finally.

She was his wife, after all. So it followed that he would rather choose the most conservative style than let her wear something too revealing. He didn’t like it when she attracted too much attention.

Gabrielle finally understood why Westley asked that.

Gabrielle guessed he must have been jealous that others would see her wearing like this. Well, now he could rest easy.

“That’s enough, Westley. Why is it such a big deal who else has helped me dress up?” Gabrielle was kind of dumbfounded. She turned her head to the side and watched him at the corner of her eyes.

“I don’t care who helped you in the past. But from now on, I will be the only one to do it for you. No one else is allowed, not even Sloane.” Westley crossed his arms over his chest.

Gabrielle didn’t show it, but she felt something flip inside her chest when he said that. Men like Westley didn’t easily get jealous and make outrageous requests. The only explanation was because he truly loved and cared about her.

But when he mentioned Sloane, Gabrielle’s heart sank.

Sloane, her best friend, still hadn’t woken up from the coma. Why? Each day that Sloane still lay unconscious at the hospital tortured Gabrielle.

“Westley, you asked Benny to visit Sloane, right? How is she?” Gabrielle faced him and asked.

All the blushing and uneasiness were gone. Instead, Gabrielle’s eyebrows were drawn together; she was very concerned.

Gabrielle worried about Sloane almost every minute of every day. She wanted her to wake up and be back to her old self.

“Things are going to get better, Gabrielle—probably not so soon, even if Benny is there. We need to take it slow. I know you’re worried about Sloane, and I understand that. But the truth is, the experts attending her think that she is too delicate, and it may not be the best if they use the most aggressive approach and treat her with the most advanced equipment. Their only hope now is for Benny to find ways to strengthen her resol ve and desire to live.” Westley rested both of his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, trying to comfort her in a gentle tone.

He knew exactly how anxious Gabrielle was. To her, Sloane was more than just her best friend. Sloane was also her family.

After she saw Sloane unconscious and lying motionless in the hospital, it broke Gabrielle’s heart. She was so desperate for Sloane to wake up.

“Westley, what the experts are saying is that Sloane’s sense of survival isn’t that great, right? What if Benny fails at his task of making her want to live?” Gabrielle didn’t want to think about that scary possibility, but she had to. It just made her more nervous.

For Sloane, Benny was an enemy. If he continued to visit her, nobody could guarantee that she would wake up instead of succumbing to the coma. Benny might have an adverse effect on her.

The more Gabrielle thought about it, the more scared she became. Her face turned somber, and she bit her lower lip.

“Don’t worry about it too much, Gabrielle. Even if there were so many misunderstandings between Benny and Sloane before, I could tell that he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. He really hopes Sloane will get better—just as you do. So, just trust him on this for once.” Westley planted a soft kiss on Gabrielle’s forehead in hopes of calming her nerves.

He understood Gabrielle’s hesitancy and skepticism. The irony wasn’t lost on Westley too. Although Sloane hated Benny so much, he was the only one who could possibly succeed in helping her recover.

Gabrielle had no choice but to trust Benny for now. She had to bury whatever suspicion she had of him.

“That’s it, I suppose. I want to see her after this is done.” Gabrielle’s forehead was still creased with worry. The thought of Sloane suffering always dampened her spirits.

“OK. If your work is done, come to my room, and I’ll take you to the hospital.” Westley patted her head lightly and smiled into her eyes.

Gabrielle felt that she was getting increasingly used to Westley being by her side. She was becoming dependent on him to take care of things. She found that she didn’t have to concern herself with anything the moment he took over.

It was just nice to have him as he took control of matters that made her nervous and anxious.

She finally understood that being loved and cared for by someone could also feel fulfilling. It was as if Westley filled in some of her gaps.

Gabrielle really hoped that she and Westley would be together for much longer. She smiled up at him too.

“Aren’t you going to go home first?” Gabrielle tried to hold back her excitement and asked him, beaming with pleasure.

“You are where I belong. It’s quite boring being alone at home, you know. And I’ve booked the room already, so it’s kind of a waste if we simply head home instead. Don’t you think so?” Westley added, pinching her nose playfully.

‘So, we would enjoy the night here,’ She thought.

He was really good at planning, and they both knew it.

It was a sweet thing to say, but Gabrielle really zeroed in on “You are where I belong.” It touched her to her core.

Westley was the type who often looked cold and indifferent. Yet, with her, he was always flirtatious.

Fortunately, Gabrielle had gradually gotten used to this. If she hadn’t, she would probably go weak in the knees and her heart would flutter so easily.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s been booked, after all. So, why don’t you stay here tonight while I go back to the hospital?” Gabrielle said that on purpose, only to try Westley’s patience. She observed him carefully.

He wanted to stay in the hotel, but she refused. He cocked his eyebrow at her.

“Not a chance, Gabrielle! You must stay with me or you’re not going anywhere. Do you understand?” Westley threw his arms round her tightly, leaving her no chance to get away. Gabrielle struggled halfheartedly.

She was trapped in his arms, and she was so close to him that she could hear his breathing and heartbeat. When he hugged her like this, she felt happy and safe.

“Westley, you are being bossy again,” Gabrielle reprimanded, but she raised the corners of her mouth.