Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 368

Gabrielle trembled in terror as she looked at the smashed photo frame on the floor. She imagined how mad Westley would be at her for ruining the photo of his beloved woman.

Seeing the photo frame crash on the floor, Westley hurried over to Gabrielle and pulled her up from the ground.

"Are you okay, Gabrielle?" he asked in alarm, grabbing her hand and examining it with care.

"I'm very sorry, Westley. I know this photo is very important to you, but I really didn't mean to smash it. But if you think I did it on purpose, you can punish me however you wish and I won't protest," Gabrielle pleaded, choking on her words. She felt very bad to have broken the frame in front of Westley.

"I'm asking if the glass hurt your hand," he growled, still examining her hand. When he saw there weren't even any scratches on it, he was relieved.

He knew she had been so careless to have broken the photo frame, but he was also happy that she hadn't hurt herself at all.

"I'm fine, Westley. I really am very sorry for breaking it," Gabrielle said in a solemn voice.

"Don't worry," Westley said, straightening up. "I'll call in Alvin to clean up this place." Then he lifted her and laid her gently on the sofa.

Pouring a glass of warm water, he handed it to her. "Have some water, Gabrielle."

"Is the photo so important to you, Westley?" she asked, taking a sip of water and glancing at him uneasily.

Westley took his phone out of his pocket. "Nothing is more important than your health," he said to her casually. "Imagine if you had hurt your hand." Then he dialed Alvin's number and asked him to come over to his office.

When Alvin came in, he looked quite surprised to see the photo frame shattered on the floor. He couldn't understand what had just happened.

"Mr. Morris, Mrs. Morris, are you all right?" he asked, throwing them a questioning glance.

Alvin felt quite guilty and uneasy. All had been fine when he had brought Gabrielle in and before Westley had returned.

"We are fine. Just clean up this place and put away all the photo frames you can find on the bookshelf," Westley replied in a calm, low voice.

He wished he had taken off Helena's photo from his office earlier.

Otherwise, such a thing wouldn't have happened.

"Alright, Mr. Morris," Alvin said and began his work at once. He cleaned the place silently and put away all the photo frames into a box.

Gabrielle was quite restless after Alvin left. She turned to look at Westley, wondering why he was doing this.

"Westley, that woman... Is she very important to you? " she asked him, her voice torn with confusion.

"That's not important now, Gabrielle. I want you to know that you're the most important person in my life and you live in my heart," Westley said earnestly, placing Gabrielle's hand on his chest.

She could feel his heart throbbing deeply through his clothes.

"Are you trying to cajole me, Westley?" Gabrielle asked, an uneasy and doubtful look on her face. She couldn't understand what he meant by telling her it was not important now.

"No, Gabrielle. I'm not trying to cajole you. I'm only expressing how I truly feel. I really should have put away that photo a long t

ime ago, but I forgot." The sincerity brimmed in Westley's voice. Having just shortly realized how much he loved Gabrielle and how much she also loved him, he didn't have enough time to put away those photos.

Moreover, he had never expected she would come to his office at this time and see the photos.

Worse still, he had never expected that she would break one of them. Yet, he was still glad she wasn't hurt at all.

"Can I believe you, Westley?" Gabrielle asked, her bright eyes gazing at him.

Her eyes held both expectation and fear.

These two emotions suddenly laced into one large monster that gnawed at her heart.

"It's up to you, Gabrielle. You may choose to believe me or choose not to. I can do nothing to force you," Westley replied, not wanting to coerce her a bit.

She had the right to her choices.

"So, Westley, can you tell me who that girl is?" Gabrielle asked, although she knew it was inappropriate to do so. But that photo had honestly left her curious.

"Well, Gabrielle, I will tell you who she is if you are ready to listen. But if you don't want to listen, then I won't," Westley said frankly, intending to let her know just what she wanted to hear. Yet, he wished he could tell her about this sometime later.

Nevertheless, he would tell her about it now if she insisted.

Placing her finger on her chin, Gabrielle contemplated it for a while. Then, she shook her head. "I trust you, Westley. Let's not talk about it today. Maybe some other time."

Westley stared at her for a long time. "Alright, then. Whenever you want to hear it, just let me know. I will hide nothing from you. But first, you must tell me why you came to the company to see me,"

Westley said, folding his arms across his chest. He had been so stunned to believe Alvin when he had announced that Gabrielle was in the Morris Group.

He suspected that something must have happened to her, because she had never said she would come to the company, worse still without a word.

So he had driven down here at once, saying nothing to Alvin on the phone.

"Don't you believe that I was just passing by?" Gabrielle said. This was the exact explanation she had given Alvin.

"Sure, I do," Westley said, his voice firm with persuasion. He didn't care at all if Gabrielle's reason sounded lame. He believed her all the same.

"Do you like kids, Westley?" Gabrielle asked suddenly.

'Do I like children?'

Westley smiled, amused as he threw Gabrielle a glance. "I will like them very much as long as they are our kids."

Gabrielle blushed. 'What did he mean by 'our kids'?

We have no children.'

"Don't be naughty, Westley," she said, laughing. "Who's going to have a baby with you? I just wanted to know if you like kids. So tell me – You like kids, right?" She stared into his eyes.

Gabrielle had seen him carry that little girl at the airport, and she had at once seen that he was fond of children, that he would make a very gentle father.

Otherwise he wouldn't have held that child so tenderly.

She had only asked this question to tease him.

"I heard from Alvin that you returned to the Morris' Mansion, Westley?" Gabrielle asked, digressing again.