Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 479

Gabrielle was not in the mood to get some rest. She sat on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs. Her mind was a mess.

Bryce had bombarded her with too much information. Gabrielle had a hard time digesting what she heard.

It was difficult for Gabrielle to comprehend why Westley would do such a thing. Nellie and Bryce had a baby together but Westley shunned them away from Antawood. It was odd since it would have been easier for Westley to deal with them if they were closer to him.

Bryce had an assumption that in Westley's heart, Gabrielle was less important than Nellie. Maybe the fact that Bryce had impregnated Nellie upset Westley to the point of beating him up.

Westley was so upset that he took Nellie away. Gabrielle couldn't help but wonder if Westley still wanted to marry Nellie.

Her thoughts made her heart sink. It was even more devastating than when she heard what Bryce said. She doubted her importance in Westley's heart.

On the bed, Gabrielle had her arms wrapped around her legs. She couldn't push herself to do anything. Outside, it was getting dark.

She didn't come back to her senses until Lance knocked on her door. "Gabrielle, are you up?

It's time for dinner."

Gabrielle looked out the window and realized that she had been ignorant of the time.

Her mind was still in shambles.

"Lance… I'm not hungry," Gabrielle replied with a somber tone in her voice.

Lance was worried at the sound of her voice.

"Gabrielle, why are you starving yourself? We didn't have much for lunch. If you don't eat dinner, you wouldn't have any energy left to go on," Lance persuaded. He kept on knocking on her door.

If it went on this way, she would put her health at risk. Bryce had gone too far. His words got into Gabrielle's head and put her in a bad mood that she could not even make herself eat.

If she did not get to her senses anytime soon, it would be horrible.

Lance despised Bryce for it. He regretted letting him live. Bryce had gone insane.

"No. I don't want to eat." Gabrielle had no appetite at all. She was too upset to do anything.

All she wanted was to see Westley and talk to him in the flesh.

"You're going to get sick if you starve yourself like this. You shouldn't risk your life just because of him. If you're not going to eat then I'm not eating either," Lance threatened.

He knew Gabrielle quite well. She would never bring other people down with her.

Sure enough, after quite some time, the door opened, revealing Gabrielle.

"If you're really not feeling well, we could go back early after dinner," Lance suggested. The serious expression on her face worried him.

"Okay," Gabrielle replied with utmost gentleness in her voice.

Lance trailed behind her as she descended the stairs.

"Gabrielle, have some soup first," Lance said as he poured her some soup.

"Thanks."

Gabrielle took a sip of the broth without a word.

Lance did not complain about her silence. He was grateful enough that Gabrielle had dinner on time.

She hid behind the curtains. Gabrielle had planned on smashing the glass against the intruder's skull the moment he set foot inside her room. Although the glass in her hand wasn't huge, it was better than nothing.

She was determined not to let the intruder run free.

Gabrielle had mentally prepare herself to attack. Despite that, she still felt quite anxious. After all, she had never done anything of this sort before. She got ready for the possibility of dying if she failed to hit the intruder.

Asking Lance for help didn't even cross her mind.

If she had asked him for help, it wouldn't matter who it was or how many of them were there. He was, after all, a man. Gabrielle was terrified that the intruders were from the village.

She had a chance to escape but decided to stay instead. It was stupid to risk her life for something that worthless.

'Gabrielle… You're asking for trouble,' she thought.

There was no room for regrets now.

She saw the black figure approach her window and flipped it open. He was able to get in smoothly. It looked as if he was trained to break into places.

Gabrielle was terrified. The silhouette revealed a man's figure. There was no way in hell that she would be able to defeat him.

It was too late to turn back. Sooner or later, the man would find her behind the curtain. She had decided to put up a fight. Gabrielle gritted her teeth and revealed herself from hiding. The glass was in her hand. She was ready to pounce on him.

"Go to hell!"

Before she could attack, the intruder hugged her tightly. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist. His other hand held hers. She still had the glass in her hand. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear.

"Gabrielle, it's me."