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.

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

poured all her energy into kneading his waist. At the back of her mind,

you want to murder your husband? Or maybe do you want to deprive yourself of the chance to have sex with me? Why are you using ton miluch pressure on my waist? Did that. part of my body personally offend you?” Westley squirmed under her

was scary and horrible when she was angry. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was apoplectic with rage. She

she didn’t lessen the pressure. Instead, she continued to press and knead until it became too painful

on saying those things again!” Despite the way she snapped at him, Gabrielle felt her entire body flush at his words. She bit her lip

was always talking

husband and depriving myself of

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

arguing and manipulating. He had never lost in any negotiation whether it was in his personal life

Gabrielle’s voice became softer and gentler. She wasn’t going to

demanded casually as if it was natural for

Then, I’ll massage your

on with her

back her burning

his legs were toned and had definition. Unlike his back and waist, Westley’s leg muscles were so hard that Gabrielle’s

Is the pressure okay?” Gabrielle’s face darkened. She might as well have been

okay. You know, a man‘s legs should be hard and powerful. Otherwise,

what she said, he always had

kept her mouth shut and didn’t say anything more. Then, she remembered

tomorrow. Are you coming with me?” Gabrielle was actually a little

she couldn’t guarantee that he would accompany her to the party. ‘Whatever, my task is done. It’s up to him if he

the birthday party of a man I don’t like. What am I going there for?” As expected, Westley wasn’t

he would react like this, but she still hoped

go. Anyway, Mia asked me to ask you. If you want to

pulled her into his arms. Gabrielle yelped at the sudden movement. Her

was Bryce. Now, it’s Micheal. Are you really trying my patience?” Westley whispered in her ear. Gabrielle tried to push herself

mentioning other men in

okay. I won‘t mention anyone again. Let go of me first.” Gabrielle felt uncomfortable being wrapped in his arms like this. She wanted to

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