Lock You In My Heart
Chapter 42
Gabrielle's voice wasn't particularly loud, but her every word rang clear in Westley's ears.
Silly girl. Here she was, lying in his arms with her eyes closed, yet she was thinking of another man. She even called out his name.
How could she miss Bryce then, when he was out having fun with Nellie?
Westley gritted his teeth and stifled the urge to throw her into the pond or the flower beds in front of the villa. Gingerly, he carried her inside.
"You're back, Mr. Morris," Neil remarked when he saw him. "What's wrong with Miss Jones?" Of course, the butler would be surprised to see him come back so early, and with Gabrielle in his arms to boot. More to the point, Neil was wondering why they hadn't even bothered to take a car.
Westley walked past the other man and strode over to the staircase.
"No one is allowed to come upstairs without my permission," he ordered in his usual cold manner before disappearing into the second floor landing.
Neil gaped after him, stunned. What on earth could have possibly happened? Westley looked furious, and he thought he had smelled alcohol wafting from the lady when they passed him. It was quite a worrying situation, so he hurriedly called Alvin.
"Tell me, Alvin, why has Mr. Morris returned with Miss Jones in his arms? Didn't you drive them back home?"
"Well, Miss Jones threw up in the car just before we reached the gates of Vineyard Villa. The car is sullied, believe me, and Mr. Morris is mad about it. I'm going to have it washed to get rid of the stench."
Even as he spoke, Alvin was opening all the windows and the overhead hatch of said vehicle. The foul odor was still there, and it was starting to disgust him.
"Is that really all? I mean, I can tell that Mr. Morris is indeed furious..."
But Neil didn't think that Westley would get so worked up over such a matter, especially given the man's temperament. The way he had looked earlier, it was as if he were about to flay her alive.
Mr. Morris' personal affairs. Just pretend you haven't seen anything. He has a deep sense of propriety, you know." Alvin leaned back against the driver seat, wondering if he might as well drive the car into the nearby moat before getting it to an automobile service shop. If he didn't rinse this machine any time soon, he just might find himself suffocating in its odorous
was a troublemaker.
Morris is only angry at Miss Jones because she puked in his
cleaned as soon as possible." Alvin hung up without waiting for a response. Now that he thought about it, the nearest 4S shop might be close now; it was the middle of the night
at that. 'It might appease Westley to some degree, and he
never about the car. It was because she was blatantly yearning for Bryce in his
threw her on the
somewhat sobered her. She looked around and saw the man looming over her from the side of the bed. He was glaring daggers at her, causing her to
achingly familiar to her.
are you doing?" she asked in a horrified
a few
And that was what alarmed Gabrielle the most. She swallowed
at noon, and she found herself wondering if Westley
.
drug's influence. That was different, though; Westley had needed her at the time. But now
short of men, Gabrielle?" he asked in a low voice.
and had proceeded to get rid of the rest
such a vulgar thing? She didn't want this kind of issue tailing her, regardless of their truth or lack
up to, Westley had grabbed her by
talking about. If you didn't lack men in your life, you wouldn't be looking for them everywhere you go." Westley bit out the words, glaring at her as he spoke. He made sure his message came
Lance is my cousin. That's the extent of our relationship, nothing more." Gabrielle had been trying to explain her connection with Lance since a while back. She didn't want any unnecessary slander from Westley, of all people, over a
going to get through to him. In fact, he wanted nothing more at the moment than to teach her a lesson. He wanted to drill into her that she was his wife now, and she needed to behave herself and remain faithful to him.