Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 53 Read Online

Chapter 53 Be Against Him

-Gabrielle, what’s wrong? Are you upset because of Westley?” asked Remy. He tried to make conversation with Gabrielle while he helped her prepare the stuff, in an effort to make her feel more relaxed. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“No,” replied Gabrielle. “I’m worried about a friend of mine. She’s currently in the operating room.” Matters concerning Westley were of little importance to Gabrielle.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure your friend will be fine. I’ve never seen Westley lose control before. It seems like he cares a lot about you, ” said Remy. He wanted to help them feel closer to each other and minimize any misunderstandings between them.

It didn’t matter if their marriage to each other was for show. It was still a marriage.

When compared to Nellie, Gabrielle was better suited the role of Westley’s wife.

“You believe he cares about me? I don’t think So. He hates my guts!” declared Gabrielle. “He forbade me to die as long as we’re still married, because he couldn’t stand to be a widower.” Just the thought of Westley’s unkind remarks infuriated Gabrielle. She couldn’t believe he would dare to say such things. She resented him.

“Westley didn’t want to be a widower?” asker Remy, inquisitively.

He was surprised that his friend had so deeply ruminated about such a matter. The thought of it brought a smile to his face.

“Gabrielle, Westley isn’t as bad as you think he is. His only vice is being a little sharp tongued and blunt. It is true that one has to be tough-skinned around him, for his words can cut like knives. But I promise you, he is incredibly kind-hearted and gentle,” Remy implored. “He wouldn’t give someone a

second thought unless he cared about them.” he continued. Remy knew his friend well. He couldn’t help but share his thoughts with Gabrielle

However, his efforts were in vain. Nothing he said seemed to be of any interest to her. “Dr. Remy, I know why you’re talking him up to me. You’re a good friend of his. It is your job to put in a good word for him. But you have to understand, my arrangement with him is simple and straight-forward. We are supposed to be divorced as soon as Nellie returns. Hearing about the niceties of his character will not change that,” responded Gabrielle.

Remy opened his mouth to respond, but caught his words.

He didn’t say anything further. It was their private matter, after all. Intruding could make things worse.

“Gabrielle, the disinfectant will sting a little when I press it to your wound. Please remain calm and try to endure the pain,” said Remy. picking up the cotton ball soaked in alcohol with a pair of tweezers. He proceeded to clean her wound

“It’s alright, Dr. Remy. I can bare the pain,” said Gabrielle. Gabrielle’s petite appearance often misled others. Though she looked weak, her willpower was as strong as it could be.

How else was she to have born the suffering for all these years?

Remy admired Gabrielle’s endurance. She remained calm and collected while he treated her wounds. An occasional bite of her lip gave away her pain.

“Gabrielle, the wounds have been treated. I’ve also given you a tetanus shot. Remember that the dressing on your wounds has to be changed and reapplied every three days. I will be at the Vineyard Villa, and will change it for you. Please make sure that the wound is not stained by water,” instructed Remy. He took off his gloves and discarded them into the bin.

Gabrielle looked at her wounds. They were

carefully dressed. She then looked up at Remy, uneasily. “Yes, I understand perfectly. Thank you,” she replied. “Does my face look terrible?” she asked.

“Well if you care about your face that much, why did you fight the others? You were fearless in that moment,” said Westley, shtcastically. His voice echoed from the door

5 he walked into the room.

Gabrielle tumed around to see Westley making his way to her and immediately looked away. Her reaction was subconscious. She seemed to take no interest in his arrival.

She could feel the burn of the medicine on her face. A voice inside her mind reminded her that she looked dreadful with the pauze covering her face. Embarrassed, she could barely imagine looking at herself in a mirror right now.

Westley had always held a great prejudice against her. But Gabrielle was adamant that what she had done was right. How could she have not helped Sloane back then? How could she have stood there watching Sloane being bullied

“Ah Westley, you’re just in time. I’ve finished treating Gabrielle’s wounds. She’s going to be perfectly fine. You can take her back. She needs to change the medicine after three days. Do ensure that the wound is not

stained by water, repeated Hemy. He pretended not to acknowledge the tension between Gabrielle und Westley.

He had come to treat Gabrielle’s wound. And now that he was done, there was no reason for him to stay longer.

He was confused why Westley had personally asked him to treat Gabrielle’s wounds. There were many excellent surgeons in the hospital. Surely any one of them could have done the job better than him. The add request made by his friend confused him.

*Well, you can leave now. Get back to your Work,” uttered Westley. His toned was blunt and indifferent.

Remy sighed as he rubbed his nose. He managed to plaster his face with a nonchalant smile. “Okay then, I’mm. leaving now. I don’t intend to disturb the two of you,

replied Remy. “However, before I go I would like to ask you one thing There are many excellent surgeons at this hospital. Why did you insist on me coming to treat Gabrielle?”

“I’m not as well acquainted with them. I don’t know them personally,” said Westley. The calmness in his tone was surprising

Remy knew in that moment that Westley truly cared for Gabrielle. He wouldn’t have

specifically asked for him otherwise

It was clear that Westley didn’t want to admit to his feelings. At least not yet.

Remy smiled. He believed that Gabrielle and Westley would surely get along well in the future. There was no hurry.

“Well I’ll take your leave, Gabrielle. Don’t let water touch your wounds. Your wounds will start itching once the scabs form. Please restrain yourself from scratching them,” reminded Remy, one last time. He turned around to leave the room. His hands were empty. He didn’t need to take anything with him. He would ask Leon to clean the treatment room up later.

“But how should I overcome the itchiness? asked Gabrielle, hurriedly. She was hoping to get an answer before he left. She knew that the itch would cause her great discomfort.

“Westley, you can tie up Gabrielle‘s hands if that happens.” He wore a rather serious look on his face as he said this. I

Gabrielle stared at him in astonishment. “The up my hands?’ she wondered.

‘Why would Remy come up with such a bad idea? He is a doctor. Does he have no sympathy for his patients?” she thought.

“Well, that’s a good idea. I will remember to enforce it when the time comes.” He nodded towards Remy, with a serious look on his

Gabrielle felt like she had been tricked by the two crafty men.

“Westley, is Sloane’s operation over? How is she?” asked Gabrielle. She wanted to change the topic as quickly as possible.

“No, not yet. answered Westley. His mannerisms seemed cold and distant.

The realization that Sloane’s injuries were worse than hers left Gabrielle stunned. It would take quite a bit of time to deal with all the wounds.

Gabrielle hoped that Sloane would be fine. She was ready to wait until Sloane had come out of the operation toom. No imatter how long that would take.

“I’m going to wait for her outside the operation room. She’ll be relieved to see a friendly face when she comes out.” She hurriedly jumped out of the bed and turned to leave the room.

Westley immediately grabbed her wrist as

she passed by him.

-Westley, let go of my hand. I’m going to go wait for Sloane.” cried Gabrielle. She turned around and shot Westley a stern glare.

“Sloane will be unconscious when they bring her out of the operation room. How do you expect her to see you?” said Westley. annoyed. He was sure that it was her brain which had taken a hit and not her face.

She couldn‘t manage to think straight. It was like she couldn’t access her common sense.

“I still want to wait for her. Let me go.” whined Gabrielle. She tried to break away from Westley’s tight grasp around her wrist. However, she was no match for his strength. His hand cupped her wrist like an iron clamp.

“Why do you always have to defy me?” asked Westley. He stared down at her with cold,

grim eyes. 1

Gabrielle always challenged his patience. He believed that he had married a pushover who would do his bidding. But that didn’t seem to be the case. Gabrielle was extremely stubbom and resolute when it came to her convictions.

“I’m not against you!” she exclaim

ed. “It is you who are against me. All I want to do is wait for Sloane. Please let me go. I want to be there for her, whether or not she’s awake. I’ll do anything you ask of me, pleaded

Gabrielle. Her voice was gentle. I