Lock You In My Heart

Master Moms!

This was the first time Westley had heard Gabrielle address him in that manner. He quite suspected that she had referred to him incorrectly or that he had misheard.

Why did she address him like that?

"I called you Master Morris. Was the volume of my speech too low for you to hear clearly?" Gabrielle emphasized the name once again.

"So, you're going to make me your teacher?" Westley asked Gabrielle seriously.

"I'm sure I'm not as skilled as you are at ice skating. Could you kindly show me how to slide easily on the ice, Master Morvis?" Gabrielle gave him a stem look..

"Sure, there is no issue, however..."

Gabrielle kissed him on the lips before he could complete his words, and then gazed at him with a satisfied and mischievous smile. "Is that acceptable, Master Morris?"

"That is okay; you will be my sole disciple. I can assure you that I am quite rigorous with my followers. Are you ready to accept it?" Westley put on a stern face and acted as though he were a hard-nosed instructor.

However, when Gabrielle saw his fake serious face, she instead giggled.

"Kindly smile, Mr. Morris. I'm not used to your gloomy expression." Gabrielle made fun of him.

"Gabrielle, you've previously skated. How is your ability?" Westley's mood lightened slightly as he looked her in the eye with a nice grin on his face.

"It's difficult to quantify my abilities. I could only skate in a mess since I didn't meet an instructor as wonderful as you. At the time, despite the fact that Sloane and my cousin were adept at it, they were uninterested in teaching me. On the ice rink, there were several young men prepared to teach me." Speaking of this, Gabrielle clearly felt Westley grip her hand more strongly. When this man felt envious, he made no attempt to conceal himself and was also illogical. He would be enraged with envy. "However, because I dislike being touched by strangers, no one has the opportunity to be my instructor. Do not be concerned. Except for you, I have no other instructor." Gabrielle couldn't stop herself from laughing.

Now Westley saw that this woman was not only becoming more intelligent, but also more malicious, knowing how to mock him. However, Westley felt considerably better when he learned i t was a joke.

"Gabrielle, you have become naughtier." Westley couldn't resist patting her head.

"Whoever stays with the wolf eventually learns how to howl. So if I become more mischievous, I got it from you."

Gabrielle attributed her change to Westley.

Hearing this, Westley couldn't resist a laugh. "Realistically, we are a couple. I was the one who led you astray. It is entirely my fault."

"Westley, I was clear from the start that I was adopted by the Jones family, and as a result, I was submissive and inferior. I was afraid to ask for anything and even more afraid to share my thoughts. As a result, even when I was out with them, I always hid in a corner. I was like a little mouse unable to survive in the light. Who would be interested in playing with me? No man would pay attention to me because I was unattractive and self-centered. Nobody would take a liking to me. Even if I requested a teacher, I would be disliked and avoided by others. Nobody would volunteer to be my instructor. I'm deceiving you," Gabrielle said mockingly.

It would have been heartbreaking for her to say anything like that in the past, but she was no longer vulnerable. She grew stronger on the inside. Thus, when she said anything like this, she would be speaking in the calmest manner possible, feeling completely at ease.

"Gabrielle, this is entirely my fault. If I had approached you sooner, you would have avoided being bullied. Because those individuals failed to see your qualities, they disliked you." Westley desired to console her but realized that his words were ineffective.

Gabrielle's words disturbed Westley much. She was such a good girl, yet she was subjected to so much suffering.

"Fortunately, Mr. Morris, you did not meet me so early. Perhaps you would find me more repulsive than others. Then we couldn't be a couple at the moment." Saying this, Gabrielle laughed. When she was younger, she was so self-abasing. Perhaps he would detest her even more.

"Gabrielle, you must trust in our destiny. Because we were meant to be a pair, regardless of when I met you, I will adore you. Do you believe I fell in love with you the moment I laid my eyes on you? This is the course of events that will transpire between us. I'm certain I fell in love with you at first sight, and as a result, I'll cling to you and marry you when you're due." Westley had always had faith in his own judgment and emotions. As long as she was the one he loved, he would cherish her regardless of

when they met.

"I'm touched by what you said, Mr. Morris. I concur with what you stated. Regardless of how we met, we were bound to be a pair."

Gabrielle concurred.

"Let us start. I'm going to teach you to skate. I'm now holding one hand of yours and you may follow me carefully." Westley let go of her other hand and continued to skate with her in the same direction.

"Okay." Gabrielle attempted to maintain her equilibrium. Between skate shoes and roller shoes, there was a significant difference.

With skate shoes on, it was more difficult for her to maintain her balance. However, she was lucky to have a great instructor to

help her, and hence was not as fearful.

"Try to maintain your balance," Westley said patiently..

"Alright." Gabrielle attempted to stand, but fearful of falling, she clutched Westley's hand tightly.

"Let's begin skating a little bit. We shouldn't be in a rush. We can take our time." Westley took her by the hand.

Gabrielle began cautiously. With Westley's pace, she skated really well; even though she was quite slow, this did not detract from her enjoyment.

"You did an excellent job, Gabrielle. Reduce your speed and increase your steps." Westley took her hand in his and attempted to stabilize her.

Gabrielle was shy and frightened at first, but she progressively advanced. It did not take her long. She was elated with her progress.

"Westley, check me out! I can skate!" Gabrielle exclaimed joyfully as if she were a child.

"I have seen it. You're quite competent at it. You're a more skilled skater than I was as a freshman." Westley supported her.

"A strict teacher breeds excellent students. That is because even a stern instructor such as yourself may have an excellent follower such as me," Gabrielle exclaimed cheerfully, praising both herself and Westley.