It was still very early in the morning. Although the birds chirped noisily, the atmosphere was quite calm. Gabrielle, still in bed, opened her eyes and looked out of the window. She wasn't feeling sleepy, so she stood up immediately. She slid her nightgown on her body, opened the door, and walked out to the balcony. The air outside was quite cold and chilly which made her hold the collar of her nightgown tightly. As a result of the chilly air, goose bumps immediately appeared on her arms. She walked close to the railing, looked down, and saw Westley standing in the garden.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore last night. 'He must have been awake all through the night, ' she thought to herself.
He looked tall and well built in the white and black pants he wore, which made him look handsome. Although she could only see his back and head from the angle where she stood, she was already attracted by him. Merely seeing his back was so captivating that it could charm anybody.
With one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of water, he stared absent-mindedly. He was so lost in thought, looking at the sky, that he didn't know she was staring at him.
Though she only saw him from the back, she could easily tell that he was very tired.
'I'm very sure he didn't sleep a wink last night and so he must be very tired, ' she reasoned.
Just then, a rush of cold wind blew and she couldn't help but sneeze.
"Ah-choom!"
Before she could cover her mouth, it was already too late. He swung around and looked at her. He frowned when he saw her leaning on the railing of the balcony in only her nightwear.
"Am I so handsome that you can't resist staring at me this early morning?" he teased her.
Who was staring? Even though it was obvious that she was staring at him, she wouldn't admit it to him.
"I'm not staring at you. You're the one who is standing in front of my balcony," she said intentionally, but she soon regretted her words immediately after she said them. How could she have forgotten whom she was talking to? How could she have spoken to him in such kind of tone?
"Gabrielle, you have got some nerves, haven't you?" he said as he peered at her closely.
It was until that moment that she found out that he did look charming when he looked up. She couldn't help but be captivated by his charming face. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know that she was staring at him so much.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" she asked him with all seriousness.
"That's none of your business. I already told you to stop meddling in my affairs."
He gave her a cold glance, turned around, and went inside the house.
'I've never seen a man so arrogant!' she said to herself.
She wanted to tell him how proud and arrogant he was but decided against it.
After some time, she freshened up and went downstairs.
She scanned the living room for any trace of her husband but didn't see him. Only Neil and the other servants were there.
"Good morning, Neil," she said as she walked towards him. "Hope you had a sound rest."
"Good morning, Miss Jones. Yes, I did. You're up so early today. The breakfast will be ready very soon."
"There's no problem, I don't have any issue with that. Where is Westley? I saw him come in just now while I was still upstairs," she asked inquisitively.
"He has gone back to his study. Do you have anything in mind to tell him, Miss Jones?" he asked as he looked at her.
"Anyway, I can tell that you both love each other. Your husband is a great man, right? He must have been very worried when he saw you last night. Did you... Did you do anything too shocking to be spoken about last night?" Mia had always been playful and this showed in the way she asked her questions.
"Anything shocking like what? We did nothing. He just took me to the hospital to treat my wounds, nothing more. He is still angry with me." Thinking of the look on Westley's face that morning, she began to feel uncomfortable.
"You can gently persuade him when he's angry with you. If he is not appeased, just drag him to the bed and press your body against his. I believe that would make him happy with you eventually." Mia gave her a bad idea.
This made her speechless. "You seem to be quite experienced in things like this, Mia. If you keep being seductive and flirty, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Okay, okay. I give up. With the way you're so reserved and uptight, one would think that you're not married. It's a pity that I didn't get to meet your husband last night. When can we see again?" Mia asked her curiously.
"Let's talk about that later." How would she dare to take Mia to see her husband? She would be scared to death, considering the kind of person Mia was.
"Actually, I know you're very conservative. You don't want me to see your husband. I know you're afraid that I will charm him with my beauty." Mia was a chatterbox who derived happiness from talking nonsense.
What she said amazed Gabrielle.
"You're correct, that's what I'm scared of. After all, you're much more beautiful than me. So I won't let my husband see you so that you don't steal him away from me," she said heartily.
Mia's mood was completely boosted by the way Gabrielle spoke with her. "You're my source of happiness, Gabrielle. Since I've been forced to stay at home by my brother these days, is it okay if I call you and chat with you when I'm bored?" Mia asked pleadingly.
"It's not a problem at all, but shouldn't you be in school in the morning?" Gabrielle thought Mia might be in school.
"Well, for now, I've been suspended from school because I fought," Mia uttered without feeling embarrassed at all.
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