Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 41 Read Online

Chapter 41 I Miss You

Gabrielle had consumed a lot of alcohol Though half sober, she could not walk a straight line. She was too tager to get to Westley. After just two steps forward, she almost fell over.

To protect her from getting injured, Westley stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Thank you…”

“Gabrielle. you are such a cheap woman. You flirt with any man at any given opportunity. It’s sickening.” Westley shoved her away. staring at her with disgust.

Gabrielle was heartbroken. Westley’s words were hard to take for her.

Westley had moved into the car. He became enraged even more 15 he noticed Gabrielle was still standing there, dumbfounded.

“Gabrielle, get in the car,” Westley screamed angrily

Westley’s treatment of Gabrielle was unbearable for Lance. “What did Westley take her for? She is, after all, his wife. He may choose not to love her, but he shouldn’t be so cruel to her

“Gabrielle, let me drive you back to the vien residence,” Lance said as he approached her.

“No, thanks. I’mn messed up: I can’t go back How.” Wendy would HCOITE her if she went hack recking with alcohol

Then come with the to my house; I don’t want you to do with him and be mistreated: you don’t have to…”

“Gabrielle, don’t make me repeat myself. Do you still want to rescue the lones?” Westley was irritated by Lance’s zealous defense of Gabrielle.

“Lance likes Gabrielle. Would he be happy if everyone is aware?’

Gabrielle bit her lips and walked towards Westley’s car after a brief moment of hesitation. Lance grabbed her hand,

“Gabrielle, don’t go with him.”

Gabrielle was perplexed as he looked at Lance. “I have to go. Lance. Thank you for having barbecue with me tonight.”

Gabrielle hurried back to join Westley. She couldn’t avoid provoking him any longer, or else she and the Jones family would suffer the consequences

She could afford to offend this man.

“Gabrielle, you’re well aware of Westley’s unfavorable treatment of you…”

“Don’t put me in a pickle, Lance. I had been a victim in this marriage. My brother and the Jones will be in serious trouble if I don’t listen to him.” Gabrielle had a troubled expression on her face as she looked at Lance.

She simply wanted to be honest with Lance. She considered herself guilty so she couldn’t resist Westley

She couldn’t risk Bryce’s life and tarnish the reputation of Jones family.

“It wasn’t your fault, Gabrielle. Bryce is to blame. Why do you take responsibility for him?

“I offer to help.”

Lance had a lot to say to Gabrielle, but he was choked by those words and let go of her hand.

Gabrielle turned back and ran to the car. She shivered as soon as she opened the door.

“I apologize for keeping you waiting for too long”

Gabrielle nervously stared at Westley.

“Just let me know if you wish to spend the night with Lance, Gabrielle. I will let you.”

Westley gave her a stern look.

“It is not what you think. Lance is my cousin. Can you stop seeing everyone as a bad guy?” Gabrielle didn‘t force it, knowing full well that she would never be able to deleat Westley in an argument.

“If he is what you call him, he shouldn’t have held you in public, and if you are s half decent as you claimed, you shouldn’t have been on a date with him. You are my wife. and you should behave yourself.” Westley expressed his displeasure violently. Gabrielle‘s blood ran cold at the sound of his unfriendly voice 1

It seemed that she was the only victim in this marriage

“I see.” She didn’t have a choice but to comply

“Don’t be so obstinate, Gabrielle. Pressure the Jones to locate Bryce as soon as possible so we can end this.” Westley asked Alvin to drive after giving her an unsympathetic look.

Gabrielle felt uneasy on their way back She felt nauseous and vomited even before the car arrived at the Vineyard Villa’s entrance. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

most likely because she had consumed too much rosted beet and drunk too much ICE beer.

Alvin immediately stopped the car as the odor in the car bezatne unbeatable. Westley’s expression had dat kened and he was on the verge of going itsane.

“You’re so disgusting!” with a disgusted expression on his face, Westley pulled the door open and exited the car. He blamed himself for having a ride with a drunk woman. He should have just dropped her at the snack stand.

Gabrielle hurriedly exited the vehicle. squatted on the roadside, and puked. She felt worse and was too weak to stand.

Not long after, she fainted.

“Miss Jones seems to have passed out. Mr. Morris.” Alvin and Westley stood a few meters away from Gabrielle and watched her as she vomited. The scene was hilarious.

“Let me help her up!” Looking into Westley‘s blank gaze, Alvin assumed that Westley despised Gabrielle too much and would be uninterested in her. As a result, he decided to assist her to regain consciousness.

“Alvin, take the car to the carwash and get rid of the unpleasant odor.” After instructing

Alvin, Westley moved closer to Gabrielle.

Westley had already taken Gabrielle in his arms and walked towards the Vineyard Villa before Alvin realized what had happened..

The Vineyard Villa was only a few hundred meters away, while Westley’s residence was a thousand meters away. Would Westley carry her to the house?

“Mr. Morris, should I carry Miss Jones to the house? Alvin was concerned that Westley would toss Gabrielle into a parterre or a fish pool halfway to the house.

“Didn’t I just make myself clear, Alvin?” Westley walked towards the Vineyard Villa, casting a stern look at Alvin.

Alvin stood still, staring at Westley’s big powerful figure as he walked slowly into the villa

“That may have been the first time he has held a woman in his arms like that.

What kind of luck does Gabrielle have? Westley seems to despise her, but he is not ready to abandon her. He has never held a woman before.’ .

Gabrielle felt uncomfortable. She had a vague sense that someone was holding her, just as Bryce used to when she was sick. She

her head

against

comfortably rubbed Westley’s chest.

However, it seemed that her brother hadn’t held her in a long time, and he even hated her getting close to him.

“Bryce, I feel uncomfortable,” Gabrielle leaned against Westley’s chest with her cyes closed, and whispered, “It’s been a long time since you held me.

I like it when you hold me.

Please don’t leave me. I miss you…”