In all her life, this was the first time that a man had embraced Gabrielle so intimately.

Oddly enough, Westley's action somehow gave her a sense of satisfaction.

Her happiness with Westley was always fleeting and today would be no different. As soon as she walked into the room, Westley grabbed her and threw her on the bed forcefully. The softness of the bed did very little to comfort Gabrielle.

Gabrielle searched her mind to understand his temperament and failed to grasp the reason behind it.

"Stop, it hurts..." With sadness she looked at him pleadingly. As her eyes filled with tears and her face flushed with emotion she tried to look away before he could see his effect on her.

"Gabrielle, is something wrong and did I hurt you?" asked Westley, with a quizzical look on his face.

Wesley was concerned and hesitant to leave her in such a state.

Despite his concern, his expression was void of emotion and he glared coldly at her as she recoiled in discomfort on the bed.

"Gabrielle, what is the matter?" Gabrielle continued to groan in discomfort and it was at this point that Westley couldn't help but begin to worry that something was really wrong.

"Hm... My insides feel as though they are on fire. Westley, do you think that maybe it was your wine we had at dinner?" she asked anxiously as she pulled her collar, suddenly alarmed that these were the deadly effects of an undetected poison.

'There is nothing wrong with the wine, ' Westley thought to himself. 'Gabrielle just had too much to drink. I mean, she almost drank up the whole bottle of wine for crying out loud! Who could survive that without a little discomfort?'

"I hardly think that it was the wine. After all, it is fermented and mulled by the best winery in the business. It is meant to be enjoyed in moderation, with each sip savored until the last drop. One would think you have never enjoyed such good wine before." He did not conceal his dislike for her at all.

Gabrielle was not surprised with his attitude; as Westley had never been affectionate to her in the past.

"You are probably right Westley, don't worry about me. I just want to get undressed and go to bed. It's alright, you can leave me now." Gabrielle felt hot and bothered, as she toyed with the thought of taking off her clothes right now.

Westley frowned; unapologetic and walked towards the door.

found that the door was

as he came in. Certain that he hadn't locked

realized that it must have

to himself. 'Surely she would be

he realized she was not

Westley's face, as he remembered a similar incident that had occurred to him not too long ago. How could one forget the time he had been framed

outsmarted by those whom he'd trusted the most, for the second

into deep thought remembering his first taste of betrayal with the Jones family. He had blamed his misfortune on his own carelessness; yet Tobias and his wife were equally responsible

had not dulled the sting of betrayal he felt at this very moment because of Miley. He was taken advantage yet again and this time in his own house. Feeling powerless, Westley resigned to the fact that he couldn't do

"grandmother" was

was only met with silence from the other side of the locked door.

hear me? Open the door

Neil, c'mon!"

that his efforts were pointless. No matter how loudly

a shadow of doubt, that Miley was the mastermind behind all

was that Westley

running down to his limbs.

new to him and he knew exactly what the cause was.

for how he or Gabrielle felt. This was the work of Chinese medicine that must

must have something else

than Gabrielle. It made sense his symptoms were much later than hers. All in all she must have had two or three bowls of

thud that caught

to his surprise, Gabrielle had rolled out of the bed, with her dress torn

had brought him on

overwhelmed him before. The only betrayal he could think of was how his

so hot... Turn on the air conditioner... Turn on the air

How else would she survive the effects of

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