Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 36 Read Online


    Chapter 36 Betrayal


    in all her life, this was the first time that a man had embraced Gabrielle so intimately.


    Oddly enough, Westley’s action somehow gave her a sense of satisfaction.


    Her happiness with Westley was always fleeting and today would be no different. As soon as she


    walked into the room, Westley grabbed her and threw her on the bed forcefully. The softness of the bed


    did very little tofort Gabrielle.


    Gabrielle searched her mind to understand his temperament and failed to grasp the reason behind it


    “Stop, it hurts… With sadness she looked at him pleadingly. As her eyes filled with tears and her face


    flushed with emotion she tried to look away before he could see his effect on her.


    “Gabrielle, is something wrong and did I hurt you?” asked Westley, with a quizzical look on his face.


    Wesley was concerned and hesitant to leave her in such a state.


    Despite his concern, his expression was void of emotion and he red coldly at her as she


    Tecoiled in difort on the bed.


    Gabrielle, what is the matter?” Gabrielle continued to groan in difort and it was at this point that


    Westley couldn’t help but begin to worry that something was really


    “Hm… My insides feel as though they are on fire. Westley, do you think that maybe it was your wine we


    had at dinner?” she asked anxiously as she pulled her cor, suddenly rmed that these were the


    deadly effects of an undetected poison.


    There is nothing wrong with the wine.” Westley thought to himself. “Gabrielle just had too much to


    drink. I mean, she almost drank up the whole bottle of wine for crying out loud! Who could survive that


    without a little difort?”


    “I hardly think that it was the wine. After all, it is fermented and mulled by the best winery in the


    business. It is meant to be enjoyed in moderation, with each sip savored until thest drop. One would


    think you have never enjoyed such good wine before.” He did not conceal his dislike for her at all.


    Gabrielle was not surprised with his attitude: as Westley had never been affectionate to her in the past.


    “You are probably right Westley, don’t worry


    about me. I just want to get undressed and go to bed. It’s alright, you can leave me now.” Gabrielle lelt


    hot and bothered, as she toyed with the thought of taking off her clothes right now.


    Westley frowned; unapologetic and walked


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    towards the door.


    But he found that the door was locked.


    He distinctly remembered using his leg to shut the door as he came in. Certain that he hadn’t locked


    the door, he was just as confused as to who had.


    He immediately realized that it must have been Miley


    “What will Gabrielle think?” he thought silently to himself. ‘Surely she would be concerned once she


    came to her senses.”


    Suddenly he had a shback of the scene at dinner earlier that evening and with a look of horror he


    realized she was not intoxicated but must have been drugged. Her reaction couldn’t be to the vine;


    maybe it was the something in the soup.


    Fear began to overshadow the scowl look on Westley‘s face, as he remembered a simr incident that


    had urred to him not too long ago. How could one forget the time he had been framed for a crime


    that he did not


    Westley considered himself shrewd and definitely not gullible; yet here he was outsmarted by those


    whom he’d trusted the most, for the second time!


    He drifted into deep thought remembering his first taste of betrayal with the Jones family. He had


    med his misfortune on his own carelessness; yet Tobias and his wife were equally responsible for


    the events that unfolded that night. The couple had secretly connived to drug him and forced him to


    have sex with Gabrielle.


    Time had not dulled the sting of betrayal he felt at this very moment because of Miley. He was taken


    advantage yet again and this time in his own house. Feeling powerless, Westley resigned to the fact


    that he couldn’t do anything to her


    Her title as “grandmother” was befitting indeed!


    In a fit of rage, Westley kicked the door hard. His aggression was only met with silence from the other


    side of the locked door.


    “Neil, can you hear me? Open the door if you are outside.


    Neil, c’mon!”


    pointless. No matter how loudly Woy shouted, there was no response at all.


    He knew, without a shadow of doubt, that Miley was the mastermind behind all of this.


    The worst part of it all was that Westley began to feel a burning sensation, stemming from his abdomen


    running down to his limbs.


    The burning sensation was not new to him and he knew exactly what the cause was.


    More convinced than before, he was confident that the wine was not responsible for how he or


    Gabrielle felt. This was the work of Chinese medicine that must have been added to the soup by Miley,


    “Damn it! The Chinese medicine must have something else in in!”


    As he recalled, he had less than Gabrielle. It made sense his symptoms were muchter than hers. All


    in all she must have had two or three bowls of soup. so it was understandable that her reaction was so


    intense.


    From across the room came a dull thuid that caught his attention. The sudden noise interrupted his


    thoughts.


    Westley turned to where the noise hade from. Much to his surprise, Gabrielle had rolled out of the


    bed, with her dress torn open. There she was before him her white, tender and slender legs bare not


    hidden from his prying eyes.


    Slowly he began to recall the pleasure she had brought him on that fateful day at the Jones family


    home.


    The memory melted the feelings of betrayal that had overwhelmed him before. The only betrayal he


    could think of was how his body instinctively responded to the vision before him.


    “Oh, it’s so hot… Turn on the air conditioner. .. Turn on the air conditioner…”, Gabrielle pleaded. She


    lay on the floor, unwilling to get up


    The coldness of the floor was a wee relief to her body. How else would she survive the effects of


    drinking so much of the tainted soup?


    The heat emanating from her body threatened to drive her insane. Overwhelmed she softly muttered,


    “It’s so terribly hot… I can’t think straight.” Gabrielle became aware that the coolfort provided by


    the floor just moments earlier was waning and she thought that a cold shower would be the next


    best thing. She managed somehow to stand on her feet but at the sight of Westley standing behind the


    door, she walked towards him instead. She seemed to have no control over her body and her legs


    instinctively propelled her to where he stood.


    “Gabrielle, stay away from me!” The fire burning in Westley’s body continued to rage, but when he saw


    that Gabrielle was walking towards him, his face turned cold.


    “I… I feel horrible!” Gabrielle seemed oblivious to his pleas and nted herself firmly front of him, with


    a ravenous look across her face.


    “Gabrielle, don’t get close to me. Go take a bath if you feel ufortable.” Westley struggled to retain


    hisposure. Desire threatened to ovee him now that Gabrielle was so close; he felt hisst


    ounce of self-control escape his bodypletely.


    “What’s the matter Westley?” she asked him, Gabrielle ced her slender hand on his chest with


    concern.


    Through his unbuttoned shirt, Gabrielle could feel his heart racing under her touch. Right then she felt


    her own heart begin to beat faster as though it wanted to match his; beat for beat.


    “Gabrielle, go away.” Westley grabbed her


    hand tightly and moved it away from his chest is though it was the cause of symptoms. He stared at her


    nkly.


    “Ouch! That hurt.” Gabrielle looked at him


    She bit on her tretribling lips and tried to hide her embarrilssment. She tried to look away before he


    could see her eyes welling with tears. She couldn’t decide if the pain in her hand hurt more than his


    tant rejection of her.


    After what seemed like an eternity. Westley finally let go of her hand. But as soon as he loosened his


    hand, Gabrielle pounced on him like an octopus, wrapped her body tightly around his and kissed him


    fiercely.


    This was his breaking point. Westley turned around and pressed Gabrielle against the door, kissing her


    overbearingly.


    ‘Gabrielle, you started this. You can’t stop me now.’


    Westley swiftly picked her up and made strides to the bed with her in his arms.


    When the throngs of passion had subsided, Gabrielle drifted to sleep. Westley pulled the quilt over her,


    stood up and went out onto the balcony.


    Neil was not surprised to see Westley, and looked at him beaming with joy!


    “Mr. Morris, the cook is preparing some sweet soup. Shall I bring you a bowl? Neil greeted him as if he


    knew nothing


    But Westley would not be deterred so easily and promptly probed him, “Neil, did you lock the doorst


    night? Where is Grandma?” Westley was not hungry just yet, least of all for that dreadful sweet soup!


    The thing on his mind now, was to figure out what had happenedst night.