Lock You In My Heart

There was grievance in Gabrielle’s eyes when she looked at Westley. It was obvious that she was feeling uneasy being around Helena’s tomb.

She felt as though she stole Westley from Helena, and that she was here to apologize for it.

Gabrielle didn’t have the courage to meet that woman.

“What’s the matter, Gabrielle?” Westley didn’t anticipate that she would be so unwilling to meet Helena.

At first, he thought that after they had talked about it, there would be no more secrets left between them.

He thought that Gabrielle would no longer feel burdened to meet Helena.

“Westley, are you trying to humiliate me? I’m your wife, and yet you brought me to your ex-fiancée? It makes me uncomfortable and scared. Right now, I feel like I’m a thief who stole you away from her,” Gabrielle explained anxiously.

It took Westley a moment before he understood what she was saying. Obviously, she misunderstood him.

‘She thought that I took her to see Helena in order to humiliate her? What is she thinking?’ Westley chuckled helplessly.

‘Why would I want to humiliate her?’

“Gabrielle, you misunderstood me. I never intended to humiliate you. I brought you here to see Helena because I want her to know that I have a loving wife now. I’m ready to completely move on from her. I owed her my life, and all this time that I’ve been helping the Collins family had been a constant effort to make it up to her. And I promise I will keep helping them,” Westley explained while looking into her eyes.

It never even crossed his mind to bring her here in order to humiliate her.

“Really?” Gabrielle couldn’t seem to believe it.

She really believed that he brought her here to make her feel guilty.

Do you mind getting out of

better, so she got

that I misunderstood your intention, Westley.” Gabrielle couldn’t

go. I’d like you to meet Helena.” With a bouquet of flowers in one hand, Westley held Gabrielle’s hand with the other, and led her into

tombstone wasn’t that far

and rows of tombstones, they soon stopped in front

  front of it, calmly looking at

at the photo and saw a beautiful young woman who

a glance, for one

y’s desk.

as a

never happened, perhaps 

meet Helena,”

really is beautiful,” Gabrielle

the name on the tombstone, “Helena

a pity

beautiful woman among all the ladies in the upper class. Many women envied her beauty, and countless men fell for

that this was the first thing Gabrielle would say about

woman in your eyes, isn’t she?” Gabrielle kind of

sense the jealousy

him happy. She was only

be jealous, my love. Nobody can replace you in my heart.” Westley put his