Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 106

When Gabrielle came to him with a glass of water, Westley was on the phone answering a call. He frowned and had a cold demeanor. During the call, he hardly spoke much but just listened and replied with monosyllables from time to time.

He was a natural leader.

When Westley stretched out his hand, Gabrielle quickly handed the glass to him. Westley then took a sip from the glass.

"Okay. I want you to keep investigating. I want more detailed information, not just some general stuff." With those words, Westley hung up the phone. He glanced briefly at Gabrielle.

"If you have anything to say, I am all ears." Westley kept sipping from the glass of water. He crossed his long legs as he looked up at Gabrielle.

His legs were also white. One could almost see his crotch.

Gabrielle drew her breath and swallowed some sputum.

Westley had caught the amazement in her look. Gently, he pulled his nightgown to cover his thigh and said in an unmistakable voice, "Do my legs look good?"

"Yes, your long, white legs are irresistible." She immediately realized her words were absurd. Gabrielle stopped herself and quickly changed the topic. "Well, remember you promised me you'd tell me how to find my brother. I am eager to know."

"That is a straightforward thing to do. Check Bryce's expense record, and you'll immediately know where he is. Or you could ask the Jones family to freeze his credit card. He wouldn't last long without money, and that would make him come home," Westley advised her. His face was looking grave.

Gabrielle's focus was not on what Westley was saying. Her mind was on something else. It was on the fact that Westley cared about Nellie. Even though Nellie had abandoned him and run away with another man, he still looked forward to her return.

That knowledge made her feel sour, but the feeling left her within some seconds. "Thanks, Mr. Morris. I will tell my parents and ask them to do so."

"I hope the Jones family takes this matter seriously. My patience is thin. Don't exhaust it." Westley's tone was cold.

"What if my brother has not used his card? Is it possible to check Nellie's bill? After all, you can do that." To Gabrielle, this was a serious matter. She wanted Westley to consider the possibility.

"If Bryce lives off Nellie, then he is a loser." Westley's voice was full of disdain.

After all, deep within him, Westley had always considered Bryce to be a useless man.

When Gabrielle heard what he said about Bryce, she felt a little uncomfortable. "Westley, Bryce is not like what you think. He..."

"You don't have to defend him. It doesn't matter to me. I don't care about what kind of person he is or is not." Westley stood up, intending to go upstairs.

He didn't know why, but when Gabrielle started defending Bryce, he became upset for no reason.

He didn't want to hear the name from Gabrielle's lips, probably because his hatred for Bryce was deep-rooted.

"Westley, what about Nellie? Does she not have a special place in your heart? No matter what she did to you, you are ready to forgive her, aren't you?" Gabrielle mustered up the courage to ask him that question. It suddenly came from deep within her.

If Westley didn't care about Nellie, he wouldn't be w

aiting for her to be his new wife.

In retrospect, he thought he was a little harsh on her. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go downstairs to check on her.

When Westley went downstairs, Gabrielle was curled up on the sofa. She had fallen asleep on the couch with her back turned to him, and her hair was falling on the carpet.

He admired the sharp contrast between the white carpet and her black hair.

Westley was about to wake her when she suddenly turned around and frowned in pain. His heart stopped. He didn't feel like waking her any longer.

Sophie was awake, and she dared not come out. She listened and guessed what was happening from behind her door. When sputum no longer heard any sound, she quietly opened the door and peeped through the crack of the door. What she saw made her happy. Westley was carrying Gabrielle upstairs as Gabrielle lay in his arms.

Suddenly, Sophie was in a good mood. Westley and Gabrielle had made up. What a great thing! If it were not so late, she would have shared the news with Miley.

Westley carried Gabrielle to the bed. When he saw Gabrielle rolling comfortably in the middle of the bed, he regretted what he had done. He felt it was a bad idea to have brought her upstairs.

While she was on the sofa sleeping, she looked like an abandoned kitten. The sight touched his heart, and he wanted to care for her.

Westley wondered what magic Gabrielle had over him. She kept making him waver again and again.

First and foremost, Gabrielle was his wife. She was his responsibility. Nothing should happen to her while under his roof.

Westley decided that was why he had feelings for her—just because she was his wife.