Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 347 His Punishment

Westley was in a good mood, and he felt as though nothing could dampen his spirits. “Gabrielle, don’t go back on your word. You promised me that you won’t ever divorce me and you will never be with Bryce.”

“What? When did I make such promise?”

Gabrielle’s brows were drawn. She stared at him in shock.

She only promised not to be with Bryce, which was no big deal because she didn’t like him anymore. Besides, Bryce wasn’t fond of her either, so really, there wasn’t any actual issue.

But divorce was an entirely different matter. She never said anything about staying married to Westley for the rest of their lives.

“Gabrielle, you promised me. Okay? I will hold onto that as long as I’m alive. Now let’s stop talking about this and just continue to give me a good massage.”

Gabrielle was about to open her mouth to say something, but Westley waved at her dismissively. He didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore because he didn’t want to give her any chance to renege.

Gabrielle also wanted to drop the topic. She didn’t even like uttering the word divorce, and it was Westley who opened up the idea if Nellie came back.

But now, times changed. It was Westley who forbade Gabrielle to divorce him. Gabriel was equal parts impressed and amused at how cunning and devious he was.

Then, fine. She wouldn’t mention it. On top of that. Westley wasn’t the kind of man who would break his promise. He already gave her his word; she was sure he would follow through.

Furthermore, he vowed to look for Bryce, so Gabrielle was confident Westley would do it. He was a man of honor.

“Gabrielle, can you add a little pressure?” Westley turned to her and requested.

Gabrielle mustered all her energy and used firmer strokes to break up his tight

muscles. Admittedly, she was getting the hang of it. “Is this enough?

There was no mistaking the anger in her tone. How could Westley not notice the shift in her mood? But he quite enjoyed it.

“Not bad. Go on.” Westley was getting more and more comfortable. He shifted his body so Gabrielle could massage his sore spots. She was angry, and she put more strength than before in each stroke, but Westley wasn’t bothered.

“Gabrielle, you can go all the way down. My waist feels sore.” Westley’s voice was muffled by the pillow, but he pointed the spot he wanted her to focus on.

see her, but Gabrielle’s face contorted with Tage. With a clenched jaw and hostile glare at him, she was becoming

all her energy into kneading his waist. At the back of her mind, he was most likely going to end up with bruises

part of my body personally offend you?” Westley squirmed under her touch. He felt like his muscles were howling

and horrible when she was angry. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was apoplectic with rage. She was taking it all out on him

Instead, she continued to press and knead until it became too painful for

again!” Despite the way she snapped at him, Gabrielle felt

always

said? That I was killing my own husband and depriving myself of

from the pain, it will be murder. If not, then what

that this man was Westley. He was good at arguing and manipulating. He had never lost in any negotiation whether it was in his personal life or at work. Gabrielle calmed herself. She

else do you want me to massage?” Gabrielle’s voice became softer and gentler. She wasn’t going to lose her temper because she would end up

Westley demanded casually as if it was natural for him

I’ll massage

went on

back her burning

had definition. Unlike his back and waist,

hard. Is the pressure okay?” Gabrielle’s face darkened.

You know, a man‘s legs should be hard and powerful. Otherwise, how can he hold his woman?” Westley explained,

him. No matter what she said, he always had

didn’t say

her brother’s birthday party tomorrow. Are you coming with me?” Gabrielle was actually a little nervous to ask him. She

would ask Westley, but she couldn’t guarantee that he would accompany her to the party. ‘Whatever, my task is done. It’s

like. What am I going there for?” As expected,

react like this, but she still hoped he would attend

go. Anyway, Mia

his arms. Gabrielle yelped at the sudden movement. Her heart pounded

it’s Micheal. Are you really trying my

had enough of her mentioning other men

again. Let go of me first.” Gabrielle felt uncomfortable

forgotten who your Husband is that you’re dropping other men’s names like it’s nothing. I may need to remind you by punishing you.” Westley rolled over so that Gabrielle’s back was pressed against the mattress. With his arms on either side of her, there was