Westley looked back at Gabrielle with indignation. There was stubbornness on her face but she was trying hard not to cry. Her eyes had already brimmed up, lips wobbling.

 

Westley hated when people cried. He thought they only did it for sympathy. A lot of people tried this with him but it never stir him.

 

Gabrielle was such a scheming woman.

 

"Gabrielle, you better have a clear estimation of yourself. This villa is not to serve idle people like you."

Westley was unaffected by her tears. He continued to look at her firmly.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

Gabrielle asked, confused. She failed to understand what he was trying to warn her for. She had no interest in his villa or his family.

 

"You'll know it by tomorrow," said Westley as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

 

Gabrielle was still in a daze. She just wanted to close her eyes. Maybe then this would all become a dream again. She was about to fall into slumber when she heard a knock on the door.

 

"Miss Jones, it's me."

 

"Come in, Neil." Gabrielle sat up in the bed and regained her composure.

 

Neil gently pushed the door open and came in with a tray in his hand. On it there was a bowl of congee with some pickles, a glass of milk and a glass of water.

 

"Mr. Morris informed me you are awake, so I brought you something to eat. Are you feeling better? I bet you're hungry!" said Neil cheerfully as he put the tray down on the bedside table.

 

He saw that Gabrielle's face was not as pale as the night before. She looked much better, her natural blush had returned to her cheeks.

 

When she fainted in the kitchen last night, she looked terrible. Neil had been scared.

 

eat later." Gabrielle was so grateful to Neil for taking care for her. She had never been treated this well in the Jones because she was adopted. This

 

you need anything, please feel free to

 

bed now. It's late." It was three o'clock in the morning! She felt bad

 

I'll go

 

way, where

 

Gabrielle asked, slightly hesitant.

 

She

 

study. He is resting. That's where he usually rests. Do you have

 

again, Neil." Gabrielle understood that this wasn't Westley's bedroom. It was only another guest room that was temporarily used

 

to know that! She still hadn't

 

he was a fake

 

Jones, I'll go now. Please eat and rest well," said Neil

 

her fever went down. She took a shower first, then ate and drank

 

end, she was so full that she decided to walk in the

 

there were several missed called

 

she had married Westley. She sighed, wondering how she could explain it all. It was all fate's cruelty. She

 

On t

other hand, in all her messages Sloane was asking Gabrielle

 

for a while and decided to

 

wrote, 'Hey, Sloane. I was a little tired and went to bed

 

her surprise, her phone rang as soon as she sent out the text. Turned

 

name flickering on the screen, and summoned the strength to

 

"Hey, Sloane."

 

to bed early? Why are you awake at this hour? Did Westley bully you? Did he... Huh?" Sloane

 

truly cared for her from the bottom

 

if he could. And he hasn't... touched me,

in a

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