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

would see her wearing like this. Well, now

Westley. Why is it such a big deal who else has helped me dress up?” Gabrielle was kind of dumbfounded.

from now on, I will be the only one to do it for you. No one else is allowed, not even Sloane.” Westley

chest when he said that. Men like Westley didn’t

he mentioned Sloane, Gabrielle’s

the coma. Why? Each day that Sloane

asked Benny to visit Sloane, right? How is she?” Gabrielle faced

gone. Instead, Gabrielle’s eyebrows were drawn together; she was very

almost every minute of every day. She wanted her to wake up and be back

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

hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, trying to comfort her

anxious Gabrielle was. To her, Sloane was more than just her

she saw Sloane unconscious and lying motionless in the hospital, it broke Gabrielle’s heart. She was so desperate

experts are saying is that 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

he continued to visit her, nobody could guarantee that she would wake up instead of succumbing to the coma. Benny might have an adverse effect on

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

her. He really hopes Sloane will get better—just as you do. So, just trust him on this for

too. Although Sloane hated Benny so much, he was the

Benny for now. She had to bury whatever suspicion

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

to my room, and I’ll take you to the hospital.” Westley patted her head lightly and

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