Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 83

Gabrielle didn't understand what was going on with her body. She wasn't drunk, but she could tell that she wasn't feeling all right. Mr. Smith peered closely at the sudden reddening of her face and neck and laughed wickedly. The drug had started taking effect on her body.

At this point, lust took over him as he smacked his lips with relish. He no longer pretended to be a nice teacher as he turned aggressive. The only thought in his mind was to find a way to force her to submit to him.

"You'll feel much better if you drink it all up, Gabrielle," he urged her. He got hold of the glass of water that she had just taken a little out of with one hand and held her from falling with the other.

She failed to wriggle herself free before he grabbed her by the hand. As soon as he held her, he threw her on the sofa and got on top of her heavily. She tried her best to push him away and escape, but she felt completely weak and vulnerable under his weight.

"Mr. Smith," she said weakly, "this is the last chance I'm giving you. Let me go and I promise not to tell any soul what happened here today or else, you will live to regret this day forever." She spoke to him with all seriousness. This was the only chance she had.

He laughed viciously while still pinning her down with his body. "You can keep threatening me for all I care. It doesn't scare me in any way. Do you think I do not know who you are? You are the daughter of the Jones. Not a biological one, but just an adopted child of a rich family who will be traded for benefits in the future. Sooner or later, you'll be sent to live with an old widower. So why not let me have my way with you? For what it's worth, the Jones won't care about your virginity, or am I wrong?" he asked as he stared at her like she was a piece of trash.

'Oh, heck! This beast is right actually. I am just an adopted daughter who has no value to the Jones. Just look at the way I was made to marry Westley. They just used my marriage to him to save themselves from his wrath, ' she thought as she shook her head in self-pity.

She was not going to react to what he was saying. All that was on her mind was how she was going to break away from his grip on her and so she thought about kicking his balls with all the strength left in her. That was the most delicate part of a man's body and if she succeeded in that, he would be immobilized for a while. With that, she could seize the opportunity to run away.

Unfortunately for her, the drug made it quite difficult for her to concentrate. She had lost control of her whole body and her strength was fading by the minute. She tried to kick him in the balls, but ended up kicking his thighs which got him even angrier. He gave her a hot stinging slap.

With the effect of the slap, she fell to the ground immediately. She felt blood seeping out from both corners of her mouth and she also tasted the blood in her mouth.

"You ungrateful idiot. I'm trying my best to be gentle with you, but I won't anymore." He took the glass of water from where he had kept it earlier and started pouring its contents into her mouth forcefully.

"Hmm... Erg..." The girl gurgled as she felt that her stomach was filled with cold water. She felt so heavy and uncomfortable that she almost vomited.

"Look what you made me do, Gabrielle." He put the glass aside and grinned as he rushed to tear Gabrielle's clothes.

Suddenly, he tore off the collar of her T-shirt.

"Help, help me... Hmm..." He quickly covered her mouth the moment she started screaming for help.

"Gabrielle, if you want the whole school to see you like this, just shout louder. I'll tell them that it was you who came into my office to seduce me. You'll see if it's a shame for me or you," he said as he looked at her with so much aversion.

She felt hopeless and helpless at the same time. At this moment, she now knew why the crimes committed by this disgusting man had never been disclosed. Although those girls who were threatened had given in to him, she would not. She would rather die than allow him to succeed. Even if she died, she would still not let him win. She thought of what else she could do to free herself from him. Then, she intentionally bit his hand.

He felt a sharp pain in his hand when she had bit him. He looked at his wounded hand and raised his hand to slap her face, which made her almost pass out.

"I will make you bow to me, Gabrielle. All women, no matter the tough front they put up, later became submissive to me and you will not be an exception.''

She closed her eyes in dismay, trying to think of a way out. She was at her wit's end. If she couldn't save herself, this would be the end of her life. 'Why hasn't Westley come to save me? Does that mean he won't come at all?

Westley, come and save me, please.

I promise I will listen to you and won't lose my temper with you anymore, ' she said to herself as she cried silently.

When he was about to take off her pants, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he shouted angrily. Nobody would be happy if they were interrupted at the moment of a bountiful harvest.

The person outside didn't answer his question. Instead, whoever it was kept knocking at the door and even started to kick it.

Mr. Smith was infuriated and eventually stood up. After all, he was still at school. It might be someone who had come to him for some business affairs.

"Gabrielle, you had better behave yourself. If you dare to make any sound, I will make sure that everyone in the city knows you as a whore and a cheap prostitute." He warned her with so much hate in his eyes. Then he walked towards the door to see who it was.

At the same time, the window was

broken into pieces from outside. Just then, Gabrielle saw a figure jump in from outside and walked towards her. But she was too dizzy to point out who it was. Her sight was unable to focus, so she could not see the person's face.

The only thing she felt was that the person came over, squatted beside her, tapped her face gently with both hands, and called her name.

"Gabrielle? Gabrielle, wake up!" He called out to her.

Recognizing the well-known voice and feeling the familiar breath, Gabrielle felt relieved and fainted.

"Gabrielle, wake up!" Westley noticed that her clothes were torn, her shoulders and waist were bare, and there were traces of blood at the corners of her mouth, all of which added fuel to his rage.

'If I had come moments later, something terrible would have happened to her!'

At the thought of this, he felt his throat being blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe. He was burning with anger, but was trying his best to control it.

Although he didn't like Gabrielle, she was still his wife. Thus he would never be happy seeing her being abused like this no matter her crime.

He pulled down the curtain in the office to cover her body and held her in his arms.

That old monster must have fed her something, otherwise, she wouldn't be behaving like this.

"Don't move. Try to be still. I'll take you to the hospital right now." He tried to settle her on the seat, but she didn't listen to him at all. Instead, she held his arm and rubbed her face against his body.

"Gabrielle, let go of me. Do you know what you are doing?" Seeing Gabrielle in this manner, he was full of fury.

"No, I want you. Stay with me..." She opened her eyes and looked at him intently. She looked helpless and innocent.

"Do you understand what you are talking about, Gabrielle? Do you know who I am?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I know who you are. You are Westley, my husband!" she answered affirmatively.

She was not drunk. Although she was weak-willed and feeble after she took that drug, she could still recognize who was in front of her.

The word "husband" shook him like thunder.

Ever since they got married, she had never called him husband. However, it was because everything was fake and also because she might still be scared of him.

But right now? She was bold enough to call him husband directly? He wondered where she got the boldness from.

Nonetheless, Westley wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he felt somehow happy with the way she referred to him as "husband".

He used to think that no woman could call him husband except for Helena, but Gabrielle's words were not as offensive as he had thought.

"Say it again, Gabrielle!" he commanded her.

"Okay, Westley, you are my husband!

So, my dear husband, will you help me now?" she said as she looked at him sweetly and innocently again.

All of a sudden, Westley decided not to take her to the hospital again. Instead, he put her gently on the car seat and closed the door. He returned to the driver's side of the car and began to drive in another direction.

A few minutes later, the car drove to a villa.

He stopped the car and took her out.