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.

a clenched jaw and hostile glare at him, she was becoming increasingly irritated at the way he casually requested things He really was treating

her energy into kneading his waist. At the back of her mind, he was most likely going

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

she was angry. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was

she continued to press

you keep on saying those things again!” Despite the way she snapped at him, Gabrielle felt her

always talking

depriving myself of the chance to have sex with him?

You’re mistreating me like this. If I die from the pain, it will be murder.

any negotiation whether it was

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

natural for him to

Then, I’ll massage

on

her burning

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

okay?” Gabrielle’s face

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

wanted to applaud him. No matter what she said, he always

mouth shut and didn’t

her brother’s birthday party tomorrow. Are you coming with me?” Gabrielle

would accompany her to

What am I going there for?” As expected, Westley wasn’t thrilled at the idea of

her knew he would react like this, but she still

you don’t have to go. Anyway, Mia asked me to ask you. If you want to

rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Gabrielle yelped at the sudden movement. Her heart pounded

of me. Understand? First, it was Bryce. Now, it’s Micheal. Are you really trying my patience?” Westley whispered in her ear. Gabrielle tried to push herself up, but he

had enough of her mentioning other

of me first.”

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