Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 9

Westley looked back at Gabrielle with indignation. There was stubbornness on her face but she was trying hard not to cry. Her eyes had already brimmed up, lips wobbling.

 

Westley hated when people cried. He thought they only did it for sympathy. A lot of people tried this with him but it never stir him.

 

Gabrielle was such a scheming woman.

 

"Gabrielle, you better have a clear estimation of yourself. This villa is not to serve idle people like you."

Westley was unaffected by her tears. He continued to look at her firmly.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Gabrielle asked, confused. She failed to understand what he was trying to warn her for. She had no interest in his villa or his family.

 

"You'll know it by tomorrow," said Westley as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

 

Gabrielle was still in a daze. She just wanted to close her eyes. Maybe then this would all become a dream again. She was about to fall into slumber when she heard a knock on the door.

 

"Miss Jones, it's me."

 

"Come in, Neil." Gabrielle sat up in the bed and regained her composure.

 

Neil gently pushed the door open and came in with a tray in his hand. On it there was a bowl of congee with some pickles, a glass of milk and a glass of water.

 

"Mr. Morris informed me you are awake, so I brought you something to eat. Are you feeling better? I bet you're hungry!" said Neil cheerfully as he put the tray down on the bedside table.

 

He saw that Gabrielle's face was not as pale as the night before. She looked much better, her natural blush had returned to her cheeks.

 

When she fainted in the kitchen last night, she looked terrible. Neil had been scared.

 

"Thank you, Neil. I'm much better now. I'll eat later." Gabrielle was so grateful to Neil for taking care for her. She had never been treated this well in the Jones because she was adopted. This care and concern was new for her.

 

"Well, Miss Jones, if you need anything, please feel free to call me."

 

"No need, thank you, Neil. You can go to bed now. It's late." It was three o'clock in the morning! She felt bad to have kept him awake the entire night.

 

"Okay, then I'll go downstairs."

 

"By the way, where is Westley?"

 

Gabrielle asked, slightly hesitant.

 

Westley had just left the room in a spur. She didn't know whether he was coming back at all.

 

"Mr. Morris is in the room next to the study. He is resting. That's where he usually rests. Do you have a message for him?"

 

"I see. No, I just wanted to know where he was... thank you again, Neil." Gabrielle understood that this wasn't Westley's bedroom. It was only another guest room that was temporarily used as their wedding room.

 

She was actually happy to know that! She still hadn't adapted to the fact that Westley was her husband.

 

Even if he was a fake one.

 

"Miss Jones, I'll go now. Please eat and rest well," said Neil and left.

 

Gabrielle had been sweating abnormally as her fever went down. She took a shower first, then ate and drank everything Neil had brought. Only after taking the first bite did she realize she was famished.

 

At the end, she was so full that she decided to walk in the balcony.

 

"Well, I've lived with Bryce for twenty years. He doesn't have any feelings for me." It depressed Gabrielle to think of Bryce.

 

For a moment, Sloane was struck. She didn't know what to say. Did Gabrielle think of Bryce as something more than a brother? Yes.

 

She knew how much Gabrielle liked him. On her thirteenth birthday, she had secretly wished to marry Bryce upon growing up.

 

As far as Gabrielle could tell, Mrs. Jones had deliberately let her know that she was adopted. She wanted Gabrielle to forever be obliged to them for their kindness. However, falling in love with Bryce was definitely the wrong way to pay them back.

 

It was a pity that Bryce treated her just like a sister, with no intention of starting a relationship with her. All this time, she had just been suppressing her feelings for him in the name of sisterhood.

 

"Gabrielle, well... Just don't mention Bryce. It's his misfortune that he doesn't want a girl like you. He rather wants a girl like Nellie, an expert at pretense. Don't worry about him. He will regret his decisions in the future." Sloane tried to comfort Gabrielle.

 

But it didn't work.

 

After all, Gabrielle had lived with Bryce for twenty years! She had feelings for him for over ten years now. It was impossible to give him up in such a short time.

 

"Sloane, it's late. Why don't you go to bed?" Gabrielle changed the topic abruptly. She knew Sloane cared a lot about sleeping on time. She must be up for the same old reason...

 

"I just brought that bastard back from the bar. He was so drunk and fell unconscious! I just put him to bed!" Sloane said with resentment.

 

"Sloane, is he drinking again? Are you okay?" Gabrielle was also worried about Sloane.

 

The two of them were experiencing similar misery. Sloane had a very lousy brother.

 

"He always calls me to clean up his mess whenever he is drunk, like a lunatic. The bartender called me, but it must be him who instructed the bartender. Otherwise, who would dare to touch his phone?" Sloane sneered.

 

He was a man who would kill anyone who touched his possessions without his permission.