Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 40 Read Online

Chapter 40 They Are The Real Couple

A black Cayenne passed by and stopped. Sitting in the back seat, Westley frowned as he looked at Gabrielle, who was sitting in a stall across the road, drinking a glass of beer. She was draped across the man sitting next to her and from the looks of it, she seemed drunk

She must have drunk too little during the day for her to go drinking at the stall in the middle of the night. And to think he had been worried that she was fed up with the way he had treated her carlier in the day. The woman he was seeing here looked happy and not tired as he had feared.

Westley recognized the man whose arms were around Gabrielle’s shoulder. It was Lance from the Carter: Lance had been hostile to him during their stay in the Jones’ house and now he understood why.

It was quite obvious that Lance had feelings for Gabrielle.

“Mr. Morris, is that… Miss Jones?” Alvin said to Westley in disbelief, his gaze still trained on the spectacle in the stall. He didn’t even dare to turn around and look at the man he was asking And he had his reasons. As soon

15 Westley had told him to stop the car, Alvin had clearly felt the temperature in the car drop, chilling him to his marrow.

of course, Westley had told Alvin to stop the car because he had recognized Gabrielle.

He was certainly displeased to see Gabrielle being held intimately by another man, irrespective of the fact that she was obviously drunk.

“Mr. Morris, do you want me to go and…?”

Before Alvin could even finish, Westley had already opened the door of the car and was heading towards the stall, determination clearly written all over his body.

“Well, I want more drink. I am not drunk yet. Westley is a devil, a bastard…”

With her head on Lance’s shoulder, Gabrielle alternated between drinking and cursing Westley. She was clearly in a bad mood

Westley, who by then was almost close to them, clearly heard all the venom directed at him. He wasn’t surprised to discover that Gabrielle thought badly of him.

“Gabrielle, you shouldn’t drink so much. You are drunk.” Lance tried to grab her glass from her hand.

“Well, I don’t feel drunk yet… I still want more drink.” came the reply “Westley is so mean, Gabrielle continued. “He never allows me do anything. He treats me like trash and cannot even hide his

disdain for me. I know he doesn’t like me and I feel the same way too. Who would even want to marry him? Certainly not me! I don’t want him at all…”

“Gabrielle! Gabrielle!” Sloane, who had been silently sitting opposite Gabrielle, furiously whispered. She had also been drinking and was now tipsy. Upon raising her hand to take another swig from her glass, she had glimpsed Westley walking towards them. She had been so frightened that she dropped her barbecue to point at him.

His sudden appearance at such an odd hour mnade her believe he was truly the devil.

It was just horrible.

Gabrielle and Lance could not see Westley because their backs were turned away from him. The only signal that something was wrong was the sudden chill they felt.

“Sloane, what’s wrong? Why… you look like you have seen a ghost?”

Gabrielle asked with concern.

Sloane immediately sobered up and tried to tell Gabrielle that Westley was standing behind her without giving too much away. To her, he looked like a ghost. No, even worse than that, he looked like the devil.

“G… Gabrielle, West… Westley…” Sloane was too drunk to speak clearly.

“Westley, he is like a ghost… Well, he’s not only a ghost. He is also the king of ghosts.” u

*The king? Gabrielle,” Westley’s cold voice called from behind

before Gabrielle could answer.

“Yes, Sloane, the king of ghosts,” she replied without thinking

Then without warning, someone snatched Gabrielle’s glass from her hand and smashed it on the ground.

This caused Gabrielle to sober up rather quickly. With a feeling of dread, she stood up and stared at the man standing behind her. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

‘I had thought you would rest in bed, by

Westley’s words atung Lance’s heart.

Did it mean that he and Gabrielle were truly a couple?

“I just went out for drinks with Lance and Sloane. Lance is my cousin. Surely, you must have seen him during the dinner we had at the Jones family’s house. Am I now forbidden from spending time with my

cousin?” Gabrielle quickly explained. She was scared seeing Westley like this, and even more terrified that he would vent his anger on Lance.

“Lance, can you clearly hear that?” Westley said in a voice as cold as ice.

Lance understood what he was implying

Since Gabrielle had introduced him as her cousin, he would have to let go of her. Not willing to put her in any more danger, he slowly removed his hand from her waist.

“Westley, Gabrielle has never betrayed your trust or done anything to wrong you. I hope you can reciprocate her loyalty by treating her better,” Lance calmly said as he looked boldly at Westley.

From the way Gabrielle trembled in his presence, it was clear that Westley maltreated her.

And this knowledge broke Lance’s heart.

It also made him hate Bryce with a ferocity he had never experienced before. Bryce had eloped with Westley’s fiancée, forcing Gabrielle to marry the devil as a substitute.

He planned on teaching Bryce a lesson the next time he saw him.

“Lance, this does not concern you. You may be Gabrielle’s cousin, but still, you have no right to pry into our affairs. What happens between me and Gabrielle is private.” Westley intoned in his characteristic cold manner. He wanted to make it explicitly clear to Lance that he would not tolerate the presence of a third party in his affairs.

“What do you mean, Westley?” By this time, Lance was furious. Was Westley trying to keep him away from Gabrielle?

“Gabrielle, enter the car so we can go home.” Westley said, ignoring Lance outright.