Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 312

Westley had a lot on his plate. He had been reviewing documents and attending video meetings since the morning. He was so preoccupied that he did not even have the time to check his phone. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when he saw Gabrielle's photo and message.

Immediately after he saw the photo, he called Alvin in.

"What's wrong, Mr. Morris? We have booked a reservation for the hotel for tonight." Alvin thoroughly informed him of tonight's schedule.

"Cancel it!" Westley said with all the coldness in the world.

Having heard what he said, Alvin was put in a bad mood.

'Since when did Mr. Morris become so willful? Sometimes, he would leave the meeting halfway through and pass on all the responsibilities to me. There are even times when he wouldn't show up on appointments.'

"But Mr. Morris, we have an appointment with Mr. Albert tonight."

"I am aware of that." Westley regained his composure and rephrased his statement.

"What hotel did you book?"

Westley asked Alvin.

"No. 1 Champs Elysees Hotel. Are you going to cancel our reservation, or would you like me to book a different hotel?" Alvin asked in all cautiousness.

Despite the fact that Mr. Morris's marriage seemed to have urged his human touch to come up to the surface, he also became more emotional. Sometimes his willfulness was too much that the decisions he made put Alvin in awe.

"No, book one more room." After contemplating for a while, Westley had finally come up with a decision.

"What would you do with the other room, Mr. Morris?" Alvin found it hard to believe.

It was rare for Westley to book hotels so Alvin was taken aback by this decision. He wondered if Mr. Morris had quarreled with Gabrielle.

The two of them were in a good place in their relationship right now. Westley even insisted that they call her "Mrs. Morris". Certainly, it must be a sign of recognition.

"Book a suite for Gabrielle and Michelle. Order dinner and have the food sent there. Remember not to get any seafood. And move up my meeting with Mr. Albert, I want it half an hour earlier," Westley said calmly.

Finally, Alvin understood what was going on. Apparently, it was all for Gabrielle. Alvin was relieved that he did not have to worry about it.

"Noted. I'll tend to it right away." Immediately, Alvin carried on with the tasks on hand.

Westley phoned Michelle.

"What can I do for you, Westley?" Michelle was sipping coffee in the dining room while she was waiting for Gabrielle. Her attitude became serious as soon as she received Westley's call.

"Did you drop by Gabrielle's studio?" Hand in his pocket and standing tall by the huge French window, Westley talked to Michelle.

"Yeah, I went to her studio. I said that I would ask for her help with jewelry design. Don't worry, I didn't disclose the truth about my relationship with her. We're just friends," Michelle explained in all seriousness. Being a burden to Westley was the last thing she wanted to be. She didn't want to upset him.

"Okay."

"I'm going to have dinner with Gabrielle, by the way. Are you okay with that?" She was not certain whether or not Westley would be upset if she did not give him a heads up.

"Go to No.1 Champs Elysees Hotel. I booked a room for the two of you," Westley said with a tone of command in his voice.

Hearing this, Michelle's mouth fell wide open. She asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? You want us to go to No. 1 Champs Elysees Hotel?"

It was one of the most renowned hotels in Antawood, known for its warm and romantic vibe.

Usually, people went here for dates or business

meetings. After all, the hotel held confidentiality at a very high standard.

"I've already asked Alvin to book the room. All you have to do is go there," Westley said straight to the point.

His word was the law. There was nothing Michelle could have possibly said to contradict his decision. There was one thing she could not quite put her finger on, though. "Westley, how did you know that we were planning on having dinner? I just told you and instantaneously, you had a hotel booked for us. Isn't this a little too much?"

Michelle knew that the room in that extravagant hotel cost approximately 10 000 dollars. It sounded like a lot but in Westley's world, that was barely anything.

She did not feel the need to book an expensive suite only for a measly dinner.

An ordinary restaurant would have sufficed.

"Stop talking nonsense and just go. Let Gabrielle go first." Westley abruptly hung up on her after that.

Michelle was in a daze. Westley had been the boss for a long time. He was always so domineering. He had always managed to organize everything so well, he never cared whether or not others agreed.

Despite of it sounding like a demand, Michelle was dying to have dinner at the prestigious hotel.

After all, the food there was extremely succulent and luscious. There was no reason for her to decline when everything had been arranged by Westley.

On her way to No. 1 Champs Elysees, she texted the address to Gabrielle.

The sudden change of venue made Gabrielle wonder so she asked why.

With full composure, Michelle said that she had lunch at the restaurant they were supposed to be meeting at and did not want to have dinner there again. Hence, the modification of the location.

Naturally, Gabrielle did not doubt Michelle one bit. She had decided to go there immediately after work.

At six in the afternoon, she clocked out of work.

Gabrielle had yet again passed by Lolita ogling at the paraphernalia signed by Michelle. Having seen the obsessive look on Lolita's face, Gabrielle couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"Lolita, it's time to get off work. Stop obsessing over Michelle's photos. Are you going to cradle her photo in your arms all night?" Gabrielle poked fun at her.

Lolita looked up at Gabrielle and smiled at her sweetly. "Gabrielle, I am going to sleep with my goddess in my arms. I am over the moon."

Her reverence and obsession came as a shock to Gabrielle.

"Next time, I'll make a life-sized pillow that looks exactly like Michelle for you to hold on to while you sleep," Gabrielle said.

All of a sudden, Lolita's mood changed into seriousness.

"That's an amazing idea, Gabrielle. I'll buy a human-shaped pillow next time," Lolita exclaimed with exceeding happiness.

Gabrielle shivered at the sound of it. "I was joking. Don't take it seriously, Lolita."

"I really think it's a good idea. It seems like you like Michelle as well. Let's be her fans from now on!" Lolita excitedly held Gabrielle's hand.

'A fan? I am her sister-in-law.'

Gabrielle felt like she needed to find an opportunity to let Lolita know about her real relationship with Michelle. She wondered if Lolita would go crazy over it.

"Let's get off work. It's getting late." She gave Lolita a pat on the hand.

Jason came walking towards them with a pile of documents in his hand.

"Are these for me, Jason?" Gabrielle assumed that the documents were for her. After all, Jason was her mentor. Naturally, he would come to her for tasks.

"No, I'm actually looking for Lolita. I know you have something to do tonight." Jason threw Gabrielle a grin.