Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 114 Read Online

Chapter 114 A Married Man

Knowing a good friend intimately had its cons. Both friends are easily able to sense what the other is thinking or feeling in a minute.

Remy was right-which irritated Westley. He was worried that he had been absent while Gabrielle had

cut her hand.

But he would never admit it. He ensured himself that it was none of his business if Gabrielle had cut her hand. If anything, she deserved it.&

Westley still failed to understand why she had been pretending to cook when she didn’t even know how to, in the first place. Was she trying to apologize to him, or poison him?

“Remy, please don’t provoke Westley. He’s going to feel worse than he already is, somehow. If it goes on like this, would you still want to eat?” Jonas tried to persuade him.

Remy smiled. “Let him be.”

Westley refused to admit that something was on his mind. He was angry, sure, but he was unwilling to admit it. That was Westley. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“You cannot compare a married man’s problems with an unmarried man’s. They’re obviously very different. Anyway. Westley seems to be way more preoccupied with troubles after he got married,” Alexis analyzed seriously.

“Do you still want your club?” Westley gave Alexis a cold glance.

Alexis stopped immediately.

After dinner, they went upstairs to drink in the private room, which evidently belonged to Alexis.

Back at the villa, Sophie came into the kitchen from time to time to supervise Gabrielle while she continued to cook. At last, Gabrielle had completed the arduous task by herself. However, she had been waiting for Westley from six o’clock, and it was nearing eight o’clock now. He was still not back yet, and Gabrielle couldn’t even reach him.

Sophie also grew anxious, but she didn’t dare call Westley. He had been so cold on the phone before, and then he hadn’t even bothered to reply after she had sent the message about Gabrielle’s injury. It looked like that he wasn’t going to make it to Half Moon Bay tonight.

Sophie felt a pang of sympathy towards Gabrielle as she looked at the gauze on her hand.

Gabrielle’s kindness was all in vain.

“Gabrielle, I don’t think Mr. Morris will be back from work anytime soon. Why don’t you have dinner? It’s already past eight o’clock.” Sophie went to the dining room to persuade Gabrielle.

Gabrielle didn’t stir. She just stared at the cold dishes on the table. She began to feel foul as she accepted that Westley wouldn’t come tonight and he wouldn’t see what she had done for him. He wouldn’t thank her.

How could she have thought that a quick meal would make up for the fact that Lance fought against the bodyguards? It was more complicated than that.

Sure enough, she was too naive and innocent.

“It’s all right, Sophie. I’ll wait a little longer. Just past eight o’clock is still early. Maybe Westley has just finished work and is on his way back.” Gabrielle smiled at Sophie, but there was an undeniable bitterness in her words and emotions.

Sophie understood where Gabrielle was coming from. But she didn’t know what to say. As far as she knew, Westley would arrive ahead of time if he cared enough.

It was already dinner time. If he wanted to eat dinner at home, he would’ve come back early. If he couldn’t come early, he would’ve called Gabrielle.

In reality, neither had he come back early, nor did he make any phone calls. Obviously, he hadn’t attached any importance to Gabrielle.

This, though, made Sophie sad.

“Gabrielle, how about…”

“Sophie, why don’t you go back to your room to take a shower and have a rest? I’ll wait for him. If he doesn’t come back at ten o’clock, I’ll eat and go to sleep, okay?” Gabrielle bore the bitterness in her heart and insisted that Sophie return to her quarters.

What else could Sophie say, or do? She had no choice but to listen to her. “Well, okay, I’ll go back to my room now. Call me if you need anything.”

As soon as Sophie left, Gabrielle dropped all pretenses and the smile disappeared off her face. She took a deep breath, took out her phone and obsessively checked it for messages. Finally, she

Clicked on Westley s phone number and her thumb hovered it. She didn’t have the courage to call him, and she was afraid that it would only make him hate her more if she urged him or disturbed him.

She stayed true to her word and decided to wait it out till ten o’clock. If he wasn’t back by then, this was the last time she would attempt to cook for him. Not only had she cooked this meal at the cost of her flesh and blood, but it was worse that he wasn’t even present to taste the dish.

It had proved that all this, including her, had been nothing but a joke in Westley’s heart.

Alvin arrived at the club at half-past nine. Westley stood up, ready to leave.

“Hey. Westley, you just had a few drinks. Are you going already?” Jonas poured wine for all of them. He thought it strange, that Westley was leaving while his coat still lay on the back of the sofa.

“Who told me that he wouldn’t leave until he got drunk tonight?

“I got something.” Westley had always been private about his own affairs, and tried to put on an indifferent air about them.

Of course he had to leave if he had something else to do.

What’s the matter? Is it work? You said that the Morris Group operates well without you. We would never stop drinking before we were drunk, and you’ve only drunk a little bit. Are you afraid that you won’t have a place to sleep in this lovely area of Alexis’s?” Jonas purposely provoked Westley.

He loved his sister dearly-the same sister who had

been ill-treated by this cold and distant man. He felt his brotherly duties overcome him. He couldn’t hurt Westley physically, but there was nothing stopping him from humiliating him and putting him down for her.

“I’ve told you already! This is the difference between a married man and an unmarried one. Why don’t we just allow Westley to go back to his beloved wife?” Alexis knew that the reason Jonas treated Westley the way he did. It all had to do with the ignorant girl, Carol

She had put everything on the line-including her classes and education and had come directly to Westley to take her place as a substitute bride. Little did she know that Westley had already married another beautiful woman and was currently hiding her.

“I’ll treat you next time.” Westley gladly took Alexis’s leeway of letting him leave, and so he vanished as soon as he said that.

Alvin was waiting downstairs. As soon as he saw Westley, he rushed and opened the car door for him. “Mr. Morris, why did you leave so early today? Usually, you and Remy will drink late into the night, don’t you?”

“I wanted to leave early. Any other unsolicited opinions or questions?” Westley scowled at him and then bent his head as he got into the car.

to his early departure. Unfortunately for him, he was Mr. Morris’s punching bag.

“It’s really not easy to be a special assistant. Being around and working for the king, is like always

accompanying a tiger. It’s so unpredictable…’

“Mr. Morris, shall we go back to the Vineyard Villa?” Alvin quickly got in the car and started it.

“Half Moon Bay.” After saying these words, Westley closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the headrest. He didn’t want to utter another word.

Alvin took the hint, not daring to ask any more questions. He drove fast.

Half Moon Bay. Alvin didn’t expect Mr. Morris to leave early in order to see Gabrielle. It was a good sign. Yesterday, he had taken the cake and today, he had left his social activities early. Alvin didn’t believe that Mr. Morris had no feelings for Gabrielle.

By the time the vehicle arrived at the villa, Gabrielle was in a half-sleep as she waited at the table. She didn’t hear it approaching.

Westley got out of the car and frowned. The villa was well-lit, but there was no sign of life, no sign of the woman who had “cooked for him” rushing out to welcome him home. Did she go to bed early?

He knew it. She was not sincere. i

Or had she lost too much blood, and had to be rushed to hospital?

The horrible idea popped up in Westley’s mind and he quickened his pace towards the villa.