Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 34

When they arrived at the restaurant, Gabrielle looked crestfallen. She knew that Westley disliked her, but she didn't know he hated her that much.

"Gabrielle, dear, what's wrong? Was Westley mean to you again?" Miley asked, gesturing for Gabrielle to sit next to her.

The three of them sat around the table, with Miley in the middle. Somehow, Gabrielle ended up sitting straight across the table from Westley. Whenever she raised her head, she saw Westley's indifferent face.

"No, no, he wasn't mean to me. I..."

"Neil, can you take away the seafood? We shall not be having seafood in the future," Westley interrupted, overshadowing Gabrielle.

"Westley, what are you doing? Why would you ask for the seafood to be taken away? Let Gabrielle eat the seafood. It is low in fat, and it will help her be more beautiful. If you don't like it, you can eat other things," Miley chastised him.

There were Australian lobsters, hairy crabs, abalones, and caviar on the table. If they were taken away, Gabrielle would have nothing to eat.

Miley suspected Westley did it on purpose.

"You want her to be more beautiful, but she will end up in hospital if she eats that. I don't want to be accused of 'murder'," Westley said coldly.

Gabrielle was allergic to seafood, so she was moved when Westley asked the butler to remove it, thinking he was protecting her. But after his cold response, her heart sank again.

"What are you talking about? Murder?" Miley's expression darkened. 'Westley is getting more and more impolite, ' she thought.

"Grandma, I'm allergic to seafood," Gabrielle explained.

Miley looked relieved for a moment, before turning serious again. She looked at Gabrielle with sympathy in her gaze. "Gabrielle, why didn't you tell me? Neil could have prepared something else. What do you like to eat?" she asked.

"I can eat everything except seafood. I'm not a picky eater," Gabrielle said gently.

Gabrielle knew that she was adopted, so she didn't dare to be picky about anything. She was always grateful for anything the Jones offered.

Miley was saddened by Gabrielle's words. It seemed that Gabrielle suffered in the Jones family.

"Westley, ask the kitchen to cook more dishes that Gabrielle likes to eat in the future. Neil, remember that Gabrielle can't eat seafood." Miley turned to look at Neil who was about to remove the dishes.

"Yes, Madam," Neil responded.

"Westley, it is nice to see that you care about Gabrielle." Miley raised her eyebrows and looked at Westley.

If he didn't care about Gabrielle at all, he wouldn't have known she was allergic to seafood.

"Grandma, if something happens to Gabrielle in Vineyard Villa, I will be charged with murder," Westley explained coldly.

Miley's expression darkened again. She shouldn't have expected him to say something nice.

"Nonsense! Don't say such things in front of Gabrielle! You're scaring her!" Miley warned him.

"The Jones are not cowards. Are you a coward, Gabrielle?" Westley asked. A real coward would not marry him.

Also, after spending the last few days with Gabrielle, he was sure that this woman was not only brave, but fearless.

"Gabrielle, don't take him so seriously. He has a sharp tongue but a s

oft heart," Miley advised.

Even if Westley was a terrible man, it wasn't all bad. Miley seemed to like her, and that was something Gabrielle had never experienced in her life.

The butler soon brought two bottles of good red wine from Westley's collection.

"Westley, can we drink the wine? If we can't, just let Neil take it back," Miley said, looking at Westley pointedly.

Neil was already about to open the bottle, but he froze when he heard Miley's question. He didn't know what to make of the situation.

"Neil, open the wine," Westley ordered, too tired to deal with Miley, who was constantly siding with Gabrielle. It seemed as if Gabrielle was born to be the bane of his existence.

If he had known, he would have called off the wedding, or sent someone to force Nellie to come.

Staying with a temporary wife was already horrible enough.

The butler quickly opened the bottle and poured some wine for Miley. "Madam, enjoy your wine," he said.

"Pour some for Gabrielle and Westley," Miley reminded him in a low voice, but Westley still heard it.

"Grandma, I have a lot of emails to reply to this afternoon," Westley said.

"Emails? You are resting at home, and you should be honored to be able to drink with me. If you don't appreciate my company, go to your study and answer your emails, and I'll drink with Gabrielle. But don't you dare call me your grandmother if you do that!" Miley could always find a way to deal with Westley.

Westley was annoyed, but he knew he lost.

"Okay, I'll drink with you," he finally agreed.