Stay in My Heart Forever novel Chapter 2

Gabrielle was stunned to see how exquisite the clothes were! She soon realized they were prepared for Westley's fiancee, Nellie. Gabrielle was only a substitute.

"Listen! I am giving you five minutes. If you don't dress quickly, I will come and dress you myself!"

Westley's displeased voice hit her ears, shocking her.

Gabrielle was trying to put up a strong front but in truth, she was scared out of her wits. She did not know to what extents this man could go. She quickly caught a light pink dress, and put it on thoughtlessly. When she caught herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe her own appearance.

The off-shoulder top revealed her collar bones and shoulders teasingly. The knee-length, pleated hem granted her a dignified and elegant look. Surely, the dress was designed by some elite brand.

Exactly five minutes later, Westley slid the door of the wardrobe open, rudely barging in without a warning. He saw that Gabrielle was standing in front of mirror, looking at him with wide eyes.

The dress fitted her perfectly. They outlined the shape of her breasts and waist elegantly. Her exposed shoulders and slender legs caught his eye, making him feel ticklish between the legs but he tried to suppress the feeling. He could not be attracted to Gabrielle.

"You didn't have to come in here. I'm ready," Gabrielle said in a small voice, looking at him reluctantly. She didn't realize she was folding her hands across her chest as if she was naked.

"Didn't I say I would only give you five minutes? Well, time's up!"

Westley said cockily.

Gabrielle opened her mouth to say something but suddenly saw what Westley was holding in his hands. He had brought her a necklace and a pair of silver stilettos.

"Mr. Lu, I can't wear this necklace." The necklace was studded with diamonds. By merely looking at it, she could tell it was extremely expensive. After all, she had graduated majoring in jewelry design. She could tell the authenticity of a piece just by sight.

"I am lending it to you. Keep it safe. If you lose it, you will have to compensate for it. It costs more than a million dollars,"

Westley said matter-of-factly.

"Mr. Lu, don't you have anything cheaper?"

The price of the piece had caught her off guard.

She could probably compensate for a necklace worth a few thousand dollars, but this was too much!

Westley smirked. "This one is the cheapest. Besides, you can't wear cheap jewelry and go out into the world as my wife! You might be shameless, but I am dignified and respected. Just put it on. It's not a choice," Westley said with a sigh. Gabrielle stared at him with her lips pursed, feeling stuck in her place. After a few seconds of silence, Westley spoke impatiently, "Well? Do you want help putting it on?"

Every word he spoke in her direction reeked of disgust. The mere sight of this woman reminded him of Bryce Song, the arrogant man who had dared to take Nellie away from him. Little did Bryce know that he was only courting his death by doing so.

"No, um..." Gabrielle spoke, stammering. 'TH wear it myself." Frightened by his cold gaze, she quickly snatched the necklace from his hands. Breathing quickly, she tried to buckle it up but her hands were hardly functioning in nervousness.

Westley grew even more impatient. Seeing how clumsy she was, his anger started to build up.

"Oh! Give me a break!" he grunted and walked toward her quickly. Flicking her hand aside, he grabbed the hook of the necklace and leaned toward her neck. Gabrielle was even more nervous to be standing so close to him.

"Hold your hair the other way!"

ordered Westley.

"No, it's okay. I'll do it!" muttered Gabrielle.

"I don't like to repeat myself. Do what you're told!"

Gabrielle gulped her own spit and held her hair obediently. She looked up at the mirror and noticed how pale she looked. Gently, she dared to look at the reflection of the man behind her. His chiseled face was focused and stern.

She could feel his breath on the back of her lean neck. Despite his rage, Westley noticed how slender and beautiful her neck was.

His fingertips touched her every now and then. They felt rough, exactly how they felt against her face when she was woken up by him.

Her pallor soon turned to a blush.

"I am only helping you wear a necklace, and your face has turned red! Jesus! You are pathetic," said Westley suddenly, looking at her in the mirror coldly.