Lock You In My Heart



Chapter 774 Not Interested

When they returned to their room in the evening, Gabrielle stood in the cormidor and looked at the snowman. That was her most memorable snowman. Westley made it, especially for her.

"What are you observing?" Westley, who was holding Gabrielle's hand, could only laugh when he noticed her looking at the

snowman without blinking.

"Is the snowman |! built so attractive?" in a quiet voice, Westley asked.

"It's stunning. My husband's snowman is, of course, the most beautiful in the world," Gabrielle said proudly and kissed him on

the cheek.

"Am I more attractive or is it more attractive?" asked Westley, his gaze fixed on the towering and chubby snowman.

Gabrielle gave a weak smile. This man was truly capable of being envious of anything, whether it was a real person or a snowman, not to mention the snowman was made by himself.

He had no reason to be envious.

"Have you forgotten, honey, that you created the snowman?" Gabrielle asked.

"Of course, I am aware that I built it, but I still want to know whether I am more important in my wife's eyes than this snowman," Westley said seriously.

Hearing this, Gabrielle was compelled to respond to his query, despite her reluctance. "Of course, you are the more attractive one. Without you, how would the snowman have been made?"

"I like your response," with ease, Westley responded and kissed her on the lips.

"Would you kindly do me a favor now that you are content and happy?" Gabrielle made an instant request.

When he heard this, Westley felt as though he had been duped by his wife, but he was ready to let her do it. Whatever the case,

as long as she was content, everything would be alright..

"What sort of favor?"

Gabrielle let go of his hand and dashed into the snow. Then she took a position alongside the snowman and made a 'Yeah' motion toward Westley.

Westley understood straightaway that his wife wanted him to photograph her with the snowman. She just stated that he was the more attractive of the two, but she then proceeded to snap photographs with the snowman.

"Take a photo of me, honey. This is your first snowman for me. I want to retain it as a memento in perpetuity," Gabrielle shouted

at him.

Although Westley was a little jealous of the snowman, he complied with his wife's request.

He shot many images of Gabrielle with the snowman and let her choose the best one for herself.

"Are you done?" Gabrielle yelled at Westley, eager to see what type of photographs he could capture.

After all, it was the first time Westley shot serious photographs of her. She was anticipating it.

"Sure, I have. Come have a look," Westley said to Gabrielle.

Gabrielle couldn't wait to hurry over and excitedly examine the photos on his phone, attempting to determine how she appeared

in Westley's photographs. She had heard that some men were bad at photography and that their girlfriends looked unattractive in their photographs. Gabrielle was afraid that she would appear unattractive in Westley's photographs, and hence would have no images to share with her friends.

However, when Gabrielle viewed the photographs taken by Westley, she was pleased. She looked stunning in each one. While his technique was not as refined as that of a professional photographer, it was far superior to that of the average person. One may argue that each photograph was good.

"What do you think?" asked Westley immediately. He was curious as to whether the photographs he had shot were truly

stunning. After all, it was the first time he had shot photographs for Gabrielle in a serious manner, and he naturally hoped she would appreciate them. "They're rather lovely. You enhanced my beauty in the photographs. Your photographic ability, honey, is equivalent to that ofa professional photographer. It's very remarkable." Gabrielle did not say anything to make Westley happy, but to congratulate him on a job well done. "You mean?" Westley grinned contentedly. He had not expected such glowing compliments from his wife.

"Intuitively, this is true. They're all rather lovely, and I want to look after them carefully. Meanwhile, honey, how about we snap a photo with the snowman? There are very few photographs of the two of us." Gabrielle cordially invited him.

"We can, of course, snap a few selfies. I will cooperate with you in whatever gesture you choose," Westley said seriously.

Indeed, he disliked taking photographs, but he could accommodate Gabrielle's request.

"All we need is to be closer." In fact, Gabrielle was nervous. After all, she had never shot photographs with Westley in such close proximity.

"Okay." After activating the front camera mode on his phone, Westley began snapping images with Gabrielle in his arms.

Gabrielle then got his phone and carefully examined the photographs. She was pleased with each photograph and had then transferred them to her own phone.

"You have taken some excellent photographs of us, honey. We'll return and take a family shot with Star. Regrettably, we have yet to take a family portrait with Star." Gabrielle was reminded of Star at home when she saw the two's group photographs.

As this was Star's first visit to their house, they should snap a few group shots to preserve as a keepsake.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Okay. When we return, we'll take a family portrait with Star." Obviously, Westley concurred.

"Let us begin by entering. Then you may tell me of the winter hunt." They removed their outerwear and sat on the sofa upon entering the house.

Gabrielle was inquisitive and enthusiastic about winter hunting. After all, this was her first introduction to winter hunting.

Westley had engaged in several winter hunting expeditions overseas, and as a result, he was uninterested in winter hunting in the Snowland. Additionally, there should be less wildlife available for winter hunting at this time period, so he was less interested.

However, if Gabrielle liked, he would go to any length for her.

"Westley, have you ever hunted in the winter? Or are you truly uninterested in winter hunting at the moment?" Gabrielle asked him seriously.

Westley embraced her in his arms and spoke plainly. "I've hunted in foreign cold forests numerous times. It's a large snow forest teeming with prey. This time of year, I'm not interested in winter hunting."

"So it is inappropriate for me to request permission to hunt in the Schmidt family's snow forest. Wouldn't you be happy?"

Gabrielle asked seriously.

If he truly did not wish to go, she might retract her statement. In any case, they would most likely avoid contact with the Schmidt family in the future, and she was not frightened about upsetting them.