Lock You In My Heart

Westley really thought that it was unwise to close the zip for Gabrielle, for he had overestimated his self-control and underestimated his attraction to her.

So when he went in and saw her exposed back, his heart almost stopped beating. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold himself back, surprised at his body’s reaction.

Gabrielle not only had a pretty face but also a perfect figure. She was stunning and flawless enough to be a model, a hand model, a leg model, and even a back model. She would easily throw everyone else to the side.

“Is that you, Westley? Come here. I need help.” Gabrielle noticed him come in, so she hurriedly told him to zip up her dress.

The zip started from the small dip at the bottom of her spine, so her entire back was exposed before Westley. Actually, Gabrielle could have managed to do it on her own.

Women were blessed with unexplainable skills to put on clothes, dresses, or skirts—no matter how complicated they might seem. Somehow, they always found ways to wear such clothing all by themselves.

But since there was someone else she could ask for help now, Gabrielle wanted to take advantage. She didn’t want to spend a few minutes fiddling with the zipper.

“Who else did this for you before, Gabrielle?” Westley stood behind her, with one hand on her waist and the other slowly zipping up the dress. His eyes trailed the creamy complexion of her skin, and he swallowed hard.

He could have done it in five seconds tops, but Westley purposely zipped it as slow as he could. This woman was standing with her exposed back—her ivory skin, delicate as snow, almost glimmered under the light. Westley couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. He was mesmerized by her. He wished she would belong to him, only him.

“Me, of course—except when Sloane was here. Then, she would do it.” Gabrielle didn’t even look behind her. If she did, she could have seen the intense look in Westley’s eyes.

“Good.” Westley smirked and felt happy. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and finished zipping the dress.

It was an off-shoulder dress, so it didn’t look too skimpy. It revealed just enough bare skin. That was why Westley chose it finally.

She was his wife, after all. So it followed that he would rather choose the most conservative style than let her wear something too revealing. He didn’t like it when she attracted too much attention.

understood why Westley

have been jealous that others would see her

a big deal who else has helped me dress up?” Gabrielle was kind of dumbfounded. She turned

I will be the only one to do it for

felt something flip inside her chest when he said that. Men like Westley didn’t easily get jealous and make

when he mentioned

the coma. Why?

Sloane, right? How is she?” Gabrielle faced him and

blushing and uneasiness were gone. Instead, Gabrielle’s eyebrows were drawn together;

day. She wanted her to wake up

to take it slow. I know you’re worried about Sloane, and I understand that. But the truth is, the experts attending her think that she is too delicate, and it may not be the best if they use the most aggressive approach and treat her with the most advanced equipment. Their only hope now is for

his hands on her shoulders

knew exactly how anxious Gabrielle was. To her, Sloane was more than just her best

the hospital, it

Sloane’s sense of survival isn’t that great, right? What if Benny fails at his task of making her want to live?” Gabrielle didn’t want to think about that scary

to visit her, nobody could guarantee that she would

more Gabrielle thought about it, the more scared she became. Her face turned somber, and she bit her

misunderstandings between Benny and Sloane before, I could tell that he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. He really hopes Sloane will get better—just as you do. So, just trust him on this for once.” Westley planted a soft kiss on Gabrielle’s forehead

skepticism. The irony wasn’t lost on Westley too. Although Sloane hated Benny

but to trust Benny for now. She had to bury whatever suspicion she had

to see her after this is done.” Gabrielle’s forehead was still creased with

my room, and I’ll take you to

by her side. She was becoming dependent on him to take care of things. She found that she didn’t