Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 357

Everyone at the party knew Westley, but they couldn't get close to him. All they could do was admire him from a distance. But as soon as they saw him walking toward a woman, the people began to gossip.

 

"Who is she?"

 

They just saw Mia return with an ordinary woman, whom they didn't know. Everyone was trying to figure out who she was.

 

Gabrielle didn't look like an influential woman from the business circle. Yet she was a friend of Mia and was invited to attend Micheal's birthday party.

 

However, they didn't bother probing further. After all, Mia had a distinct personality.

 

Mia was willful, arrogant, and supercilious, unlike the other young women.

 

Mia never hid her feelings -- she openly revealed her love and hatred for people. She didn't bother flattering anyone for her personal gain. Therefore, Mia had offended many people in the circle over the years. Everyone knew that the people who took the initiative to make friends with Mia would ultimately suffer.

 

Gabrielle's presence piqued everyone's curiosity. They were all desperate to know who she was.

 

They were wondering how Mia got to make friends with such an ordinary woman.

 

"She looks normal. I don't think she is from a wealthy family. Who knows how she became friends with Mia?"

 

"Is she trying to cheat Mia or something?"

 

"No. It would be more convincing if you said Mia is deceiving that woman. After all, she looks gullible. I think anyone can cheat her."

 

"Really? But I wonder how she is close to Mr. Robinson. They are interacting as if they've known each other for a long time."

 

"Mr. Morris... God, look at the way she is smiling at Mr. Morris. What's their relationship?"

 

Everyone got into a heated discussion after seeing Westley approach the woman.

 

They were all curious as to why he was talking to Gabrielle. After all, they didn't look like they had just met.

 

"I think we should distance ourselves from each other," Gabrielle whispered to Westley as the people's inquisitive gazes made her uncomfortable.

 

After all, Westley was still a celebrity. She couldn't affect his reputation.

 

"Don't bother about what they say. No one has the audacity to judge me." Westley shrugged nonchalantly.

 

"That's right, Gabrielle. This is my brother's home. You don't have to worry about what other people say. These people are here only for my brother. I have even fought with some of these women before. So ignore them!" Mia stood up for Gabrielle.

 

She didn't care about the people attending the party and didn't want Gabrielle to worry about what they thought of her either.

 

Although Mia was right, Gabrielle couldn't agree with her.

 

"We better maintain a low profile." She shot a warning look at Westley.

 

"Okay, as you wish," Westley compromised. If not for Gabrielle, he wouldn't have attended the party in the first place. So he agreed to listen to her.

 

Gabrielle smiled at him. "I know you are the best."

 

Mia frowned at the way they interacted with each other. She regretted inviting Westley. After all, the two couldn't stop themselves from showing off their love for each other.

 

"Dinner is ready. Now that everyone's

arrived, let's eat." Although the others had arrived a long time ago, Micheal had been waiting for Gabrielle and Westley.

 

Micheal had invited the youngsters of the families that had been friends with the Robinson family for generations. He had thrown a party for the elders at noon. He wanted to have a fun night with people his age. Therefore, he invited them to his villa for dinner.

 

As soon as Gabrielle and Westley came over, the young men stopped gossiping and looked at them.

 

"This is Mr. Morris. I think you all know him -- no introduction needed. And this is Miss Jones, a friend of mine and Mia. I want you all to respect her." Micheal looked calm and indifferent.

 

No one was curious about Westley, or perhaps they didn't dare to find out what he was up to. But everyone looked at Gabrielle in unison.

 

They wanted to know who she was. Although Gabrielle didn't look flamboyant, she had the charisma to make people like her at a glance. She was incredibly beautiful, and people were of her.

 

The men stared at her with rapture as if they didn't want to take their eyes off her.

 

Westley subconsciously blocked their gazes. Fortunately, he was with Gabrielle. Otherwise, the men would have hit on her all night.

 

Gabrielle settled between Mia and Westley, feeling a sense of protection.

 

"Miss Jones, you are Mia's friend, so it means you are my friend as well. Would you like to have a drink?" a man asked, raising his glass.

 

Gabrielle didn't want to embarrass him, so she raised her glass and smiled at him.

 

"Gabrielle, let me drink it for you," Westley said in a low voice.

 

"No, you don't have to. We agreed to maintain a distance. How could you drink instead of me?" Gabrielle whispered to him.

 

The two were leaning closer, their faces inches apart which made people feel that they shared an intimate relationship.

 

"Miss Jones, are you friends with Mr. Morris as well?" one of them asked.

 

"Mr. Morris, are we friends?" Gabrielle arched an eyebrow at Westley, gesturing for him to explain.

 

"Yes, indeed. Miss Jones is a good friend of mine!" Westley answered coldly.

 

Now that Westley had clarified the relationship, the people understood what he meant.

 

Almost everyone knew that Westley was engaged to Nellie, the daughter of the Collins family. Therefore, Gabrielle's presence had caused confusion among the people.

 

Wealthy, young men like him were bound to have affairs. If the woman wasn't his girlfriend or fiancée, then she was a secret lover.

 

Gabrielle was beautiful and innocent. She would make the ideal mistress, who listened to her man's words.

 

"So, Miss Jones, may I have a drink with you?" the man asked again as he stared at Gabrielle.

 

"All right." She nodded.

 

Westley didn't bother stopping her. He knew that Gabrielle couldn't drink too much. Therefore, he tried his best to cooperate with her.

 

"Is she Mr. Morris's lover?" someone whispered.

 

Vivian's sharp gaze fell on Gabrielle, who was drinking while Westley was not helping but just watching quietly. She didn't think Westley had feelings for her.

 

"That's all she could ever be," Vivian muttered coldly.