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.

why

others would see her wearing like this. Well, now

who else has helped me dress up?” Gabrielle was kind of

helped you in the past. But from now on, I will be the only one to do it for

she felt something flip inside her chest when he said that. Men like Westley didn’t

mentioned

the coma. Why? Each day

Sloane, right? How is she?”

the blushing and uneasiness were gone. Instead, Gabrielle’s eyebrows were

every minute of every day. She wanted her to

not so soon, even if Benny is there. We need 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 Benny to find ways to strengthen

of his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, trying to

was more than just her best friend. Sloane

the hospital, it broke Gabrielle’s heart. She was so desperate

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 possibility, but she had to. It

that she would wake up instead of succumbing to the coma. Benny might

she became. Her face

worry about it too much, Gabrielle. Even if there were so many 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

hated Benny so much, he was the

had no choice but to trust Benny for now. She had to bury

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

is done, come to my room, and I’ll take you to the hospital.” Westley patted her

side. She was becoming dependent on him to take care of things. She found that she didn’t have to concern herself with anything the