Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 361

Without saying a word, Westley leaned and kissed her on the lips -- it was much gentler this time.

Moments later, he finally let go of Gabrielle and pressed his forehead against hers. "This is how I feel about you, Gabrielle. Do you understand what I mean?"

She certainly did.

Gabrielle nodded, blushing as an ecstatic grin emerged on her face.

She was already happy, and the passionate kiss was the cherry on top.

"I do, Westley." Gabrielle looked at him, her eyes gleaming with happiness.

They had now worked things out, which was essential to Gabrielle.

She had thought Westley still hated her and regarded her as an enemy.

She thought the man would drive her away the moment Nellie came back.

However, the intensity of his words and the kiss proved that she was wrong. Westley had feelings for her, and that was enough.

"Well, it's getting late. Let's go home." Westley looked at her. Seeing his burning gaze, Gabrielle knew what he was thinking.

After all, the two shared a wonderful connection.

"Actually, I don't feel very well, Westley. I might get sick if I get into the car. Can we stay here a little longer?" The mere sight of the car made her nauseous. She couldn't imagine going home in it.

Westley looked around, and the bright neon lights at a distance caught his attention: it was a signboard of a hotel. An idea occurred to him.

"Maybe we can sleep in a hotel then? It's not far away," Westley suggested.

The mention of the hotel brought strange thoughts to her mind. A blush flamed her cheeks when she looked at the place.

"No, let's just go home. I want to take a shower. I feel awful." Gabrielle instinctively shook her head.

But Westley couldn't see her suffer. He picked her up in his arms and walked to the hotel.

Gabrielle didn't bother protesting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest.

After arriving at the hotel, Westley called Alvin to settle the room reservation. Then, he ushered her through the VIP passage to the presidential suite on the top floor.

That night, Gabrielle and Westley were equally passionate.

A couple of hours later, Gabrielle was exhausted and fell asleep. She didn't wake up until the alarm went off the next morning.

She squinted at her phone and checked the time: it was almost eight. Gabrielle looked around for Westley, but he wasn't there. It was almost as if she had spent the night alone in the room. She realized he must have left early.

Her head was throbbing. So she sat on the bed for a while, hoping to ease the headache. Just then, her eyes sprang open as something crossed her mind.

'Oh my God!'

She had nearly forgotten that Melissa would be arriving today, and she had to pick her up from the airport. It was an important task, but she wasn't prepared for it. 'Gosh! I'm going to be damned!'

"Yes, Jackson." She quickly opened the back door and got into the car before the man changed his mind.

"I'm so sorry, Jackson. I really didn't mean to dress this way. Please give me a chance to explain." Gabrielle was squirming with anxiety. She couldn't stop blaming herself for being careless.

If she hadn't stayed at the hotel with Westley, she would have been able to wear the dress Jackson had arranged for her. Gabrielle hated herself for letting him down.

'It's all my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to stay at the hotel. God, I'm stupid!'

The entire situation made her upset.

"You should apologize to Ms. Glyn, Gabrielle. Not me. I was planning on introducing you to her, hoping you'd make a good impression in the first meeting. But look at you! I have nothing to say to you!" The anger and disappointment were evident in his voice.

An ounce of faith and adoration he had for Gabrielle had vanished in an instant.

She was her old self again.

"Jackson, I know I've made an awful mistake. But I promise to be on my best behavior today. I will make sure Ms. Glyn has a good impression of me," Gabrielle pleaded.

"Like I said before, Gabrielle, if you lose face in front of Ms. Glyn, you will not have a place in the studio!" Jackson warned her.

A shiver ran down Gabrielle's spine. She knew what he meant. If Melissa didn't like her, Jackson would kick her out without giving her a chance.

The damage was done. She couldn't change anything now, which distressed her.

After all, it was all her fault. She couldn't blame anyone for it.