Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 361

Without saying a word, Westley leaned and kissed her on the lips -- it was much gentler this time.

Moments later, he finally let go of Gabrielle and pressed his forehead against hers. "This is how I feel about you, Gabrielle. Do you understand what I mean?"

She certainly did.

Gabrielle nodded, blushing as an ecstatic grin emerged on her face.

She was already happy, and the passionate kiss was the cherry on top.

"I do, Westley." Gabrielle looked at him, her eyes gleaming with happiness.

They had now worked things out, which was essential to Gabrielle.

She had thought Westley still hated her and regarded her as an enemy.

She thought the man would drive her away the moment Nellie came back.

However, the intensity of his words and the kiss proved that she was wrong. Westley had feelings for her, and that was enough.

"Well, it's getting late. Let's go home." Westley looked at her. Seeing his burning gaze, Gabrielle knew what he was thinking.

After all, the two shared a wonderful connection.

"Actually, I don't feel very well, Westley. I might get sick if I get into the car. Can we stay here a little longer?" The mere sight of the car made her nauseous. She couldn't imagine going home in it.

Westley looked around, and the bright neon lights at a distance caught his attention: it was a signboard of a hotel. An idea occurred to him.

"Maybe we can sleep in a hotel then? It's not far away," Westley suggested.

The mention of the hotel brought strange thoughts to her mind. A blush flamed her cheeks when she looked at the place.

"No, let's just go home. I want to take a shower. I feel awful." Gabrielle instinctively shook her head.

But Westley couldn't see her suffer. He picked her up in his arms and walked to the hotel.

Gabrielle didn't bother protesting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest.

After arriving at the hotel, Westley called Alvin to settle the room reservation. Then, he ushered her through the VIP passage to the presidential suite on the top floor.

That night, Gabrielle and Westley were equally passionate.

A couple of hours later, Gabrielle was exhausted and fell asleep. She didn't wake up until the alarm went off the next morning.

She squinted at her phone and checked the time: it was almost eight. Gabrielle looked around for Westley, but he wasn't there. It was almost as if she had spent the night alone in the room. She realized he must have left early.

Her head was throbbing. So she sat on the bed for a while, hoping to ease the headache. Just then, her eyes sprang open as something crossed her mind.

'Oh my God!'

She had nearly forgotten that Melissa would be arriving today, and she had to pick her up from the airport. It was an important task, but she wasn't prepared for it. 'Gosh! I'm going to be damned!'

The flight was at ten o'clock, and it was already eight now. She had to get changed and go to the studio to meet Jackson. If Jackson knew Gabrielle had overslept, he would be furious.

Without wasting another minute, Gabrielle got up quickly. She glanced at the clothes scattered on the floor and decided not to wear them today.

Gabrielle found a new dress on the bedside table. She knew it was from Westley. Without any further thought, she put it on and went

into the bathroom.

It was a white dress, a bit too feminine for her liking. It wasn't like the one Jackson had picked that made her look more mature and sensible.

She knew it wouldn't be something Melissa would like. But Gabrielle had no time to worry about it because it was her only option. She couldn't take a taxi back to Half Moon Bay to change it. Gabrielle had no choice but to go to the airport in her white dress.

She quickly brushed her hair, wore a subtle coat of makeup, and rushed to the studio to meet Jackson.

Fortunately, when Gabrielle got out of the taxi, Jackson was driving towards her. Much to her relief, she was on time. Otherwise, Jackson would blame her.

The car skidded to a halt in front of Gabrielle. The window rolled down, and Jackson's face came to view. His eyes widened as he examined her.

"Good morning, Jackson!" Gabrielle greeted him like a polite child after noticing the disapproving look on his face. He was appalled by her choice of outfit.

As expected, Jackson shouted, "What the hell were you thinking? What in the name of God are you wearing, Gabrielle? Where is the outfit I picked for you? Are you going to meet Ms. Glyn wearing that?" His nose scrunched up in disgust as he pointed at her dress. "If you aren't interested, you should have told me.

You don't have to insult me like this."

Gabrielle bit her lip guiltily as she looked at him. "Jackson, I really want to pick up Ms. Glyn. She is my idol, and I take her seriously. I can explain about the outfit..."

"That's enough! I don't have the time to listen to your bullshit! Get in the car. You should feel lucky that this dress isn't too bad." Jackson's face turned livid. He was displeased with Gabrielle's behavior.

"Yes, Jackson." She quickly opened the back door and got into the car before the man changed his mind.

"I'm so sorry, Jackson. I really didn't mean to dress this way. Please give me a chance to explain." Gabrielle was squirming with anxiety. She couldn't stop blaming herself for being careless.

If she hadn't stayed at the hotel with Westley, she would have been able to wear the dress Jackson had arranged for her. Gabrielle hated herself for letting him down.

'It's all my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to stay at the hotel. God, I'm stupid!'

The entire situation made her upset.

"You should apologize to Ms. Glyn, Gabrielle. Not me. I was planning on introducing you to her, hoping you'd make a good impression in the first meeting. But look at you! I have nothing to say to you!" The anger and disappointment were evident in his voice.

An ounce of faith and adoration he had for Gabrielle had vanished in an instant.

She was her old self again.

"Jackson, I know I've made an awful mistake. But I promise to be on my best behavior today. I will make sure Ms. Glyn has a good impression of me," Gabrielle pleaded.

"Like I said before, Gabrielle, if you lose face in front of Ms. Glyn, you will not have a place in the studio!" Jackson warned her.

A shiver ran down Gabrielle's spine. She knew what he meant. If Melissa didn't like her, Jackson would kick her out without giving her a chance.

The damage was done. She couldn't change anything now, which distressed her.

After all, it was all her fault. She couldn't blame anyone for it.