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?"

If he could restore this place, then he could finally recover from Helena's death. Maybe.

"Maybe you're right, Remy. Maybe it's time to do it," said Westley ambiguously as he drank up all the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Remy softened a little knowing that Westley considered his suggestion.

"How's Gabrielle?" asked Westley, finally glancing at Remy for the first time since the doctor opened a conversation. He looked curious and worried.

"That old bastard is so cruel. The slap broke the inner wall of Gabrielle's mouth," said Remy, seeming mad and concerned. "She needs a few days to rest. She has to take a soft diet, only water and porridge," he added. "Marrying you came with a lot of disasters for her. Since you wed her, she always get hurt. Be it emotionally or physically. What did she do to deserve this?" Pulling Westley's chain was probably a bad idea, but Remy didn't care. He walked to pick up his medical kit.

Westley was stunned. Not by Remy's mockery but with what he heard about Gabrielle's injury. Did he hear it right, though? The inner wall of her mouth was broken?

Westley didn't expect that she would be seriously hurt. When they were in bed, he deliberately avoided her lips. He didn't kiss her, so he didn't find out about the blood.

Remy handed two prescriptions to Westley and told him how to use them. "Use this one to spray in her mouth," he said, showing Westley a small spray bottle. He presented another bottle, a smaller one. "Apply this one on her skin until swelling was relieved."

"Sure, I'll do that," Westley said in a whisper, nodding.

"Her face will swell even worse for the succeeding days because of the wounds in her mouth. Don't worry, it's normal. But poor thing, she's really unlucky for meeting such a ruthless old pervert." Remy wanted to kill that man.

"I won't let him escape with what he did to my wife without putting a fight." Fury was written all over Westley's face. How dare that old pervert hurt his wife?

He would teach that old man a lesson so he would know who he messed with.

"What are you going to do, Westley?" Remy asked curiously. He knew that Westley, as the president of the Morris Group, had always been brutal, strong and, decisive. Anyone who dared to provoke him would come to no good end.

"Whatever he did to Gabrielle, I will give it back ten times. He likes sleeping with women, huh? Then I'll satisfy his needs." Westley's cruelty and silent fury were written all over his face. Just looking at him would make everyone fear him. That person he aimed for revenge could only die or be overwhelmed with pain.

"If you need me to offer you anything, don't hesitate to tell me. You must torture him to make him regret being born." Remy showed no mercy as well.

After all, birds of a feather flock together. There must be some similar characteristics that brought the two to be as close as brothers.