Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 329

Gabrielle couldn't put into words what she felt at the moment. She was shocked at Westley's suggestion. After all, their marriage was fake at the beginning. It was Westley who emphasized the importance of hiding the truth from the public. Gabrielle understood, and she was ready to accept that they would never disclose their relationship.

 

Besides, she was ready for Nellie to come back and take her place as Westley's wife. Gabrielle was fine with staying on the sidelines.

 

That was why she was stunned when Westley suggested making their relationship public. There would be consequences — she was sure of it.

 

"Is it so hard to believe what I just said? Or do you think I'm the type who jokes at something this big?" Westley's gaze hardened. It was clear he wasn't taking this lightly.

 

Gabrielle didn't know what to say, so she continued looking at him without saying a word. But as the silence stretched on, she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "I didn't mean that. You misunderstood me."

 

"If that's not what you meant, then what?" Westley persisted, unwilling to stop until he got his answer.

 

"Westley, you're the one who emphasized at the beginning that our relationship couldn't be made public. You also told me you wanted to wait for Nellie to come back so she could replace me. Now, you're suddenly telling me you're willing to go public. I can't help but be surprised at this sudden turn of events. Why are you doing this?" Gabrielle's face was full of confusion. She was already overthinking, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't like Westley to backtrack without a solid reason.

 

Westley wasn't the kind of person who did things on a whim. There was always purpose and motivation behind everything he said and did. Naturally, she wanted to know why he changed his mind all of a sudden. He must have his reason. She didn't believe it was just on an impulse.

 

"Then, can you guess why I did it?" Westley said as he finished his lukewarm coffee. He waited for her to speak her mind.

 

He wanted to know what kind of person he was in Gabrielle's eyes. He was eager to find out what she thought of him — if she only saw him as a capitalist who did things because he profited from it.

 

Gabrielle fidgeted with the hem of her dress and looked at him awkwardly. How could she even guess? There was no way for her to know what he was thinking.

 

The Westley she knew wasn't transparent. She could spend an entire day guessing, and she might not even get close to the truth.

 

"I don't know. I just think it will be better for us to keep our relationship secret," Gabrielle said.

 

She didn't want to play his guessing game, but she didn't want to stay silent either.

 

If they didn't reveal their relationship, she could still keep a low profile after they divorced. But once the public found out about them, she wouldn't be able to live in peace.

 

"Gabrielle, do you really think so?" Westley narrowed his eyes. There was a crease on his forehead, and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

 

"Well, yes. That's what I think." Gabrielle nodded gingerly and observed him closely.

 

"Okay, fine. Then, let's not make it public. I'll just ask someone else to drive you to work." Westley breathed deeply and decided to stop arguing with her. This was going nowhere.

 

Besides, what Gabrielle said was true. It was him who repeatedly highlighted that their relationship was confidential and should never be made public.

 

Gabrielle followed the rules. She kept a low profile and didn't speak about the two of them. Westley used to like that about her, but now, he started to regret it. He wanted everyone to know about them.

 

He was the one who was conflicted, the one who had a problem with their current arrangement. And yes, it was normal for Gabrielle to question him. He wasn't being fair and consistent.

 

"Well, thank you." Gabrielle gave him a small smile and went back to eating.

 

Westley didn't say anything more. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Blackboo woke up and barked at Westley, calling his master. The adorable dog jumped up and wagged his tail. He was going to follow Westley around with his short furry legs.

 

He was just like Westley's little tail and shadow. Wherever he went, Blackboo followed.

 

"Blackboo, lie down. I'm going to work," Westley turned to the dog and shouted.

 

Blackboo, who was abo

ut to follow him, stopped barking and wagging his tail. He was so scared that he immediately lay down on the floor. Blackboo whimpered and looked at Westley sadly.

 

"Blackboo, come to me. Your Daddy Westley is headed to the office. Have breakfast with me, your sister, instead." Gabrielle looked at him with concern. She called him over because the dog's distress was obvious to anyone watching.

 

After hearing Gabrielle's voice, Blackboo's ears perked up, and he ran towards her.

 

He stopped by her feet and lay down. His body relaxed, and he leaned into her leg. He looked up at her and barked happily.

 

The puppy was clingy for a reason. He found a sense of security whenever he was close to people.

 

"Blackboo, lie on your stomach. I'll finish my breakfast quickly. I have to go to work after eating and playing with you. I need to make money to buy food and toys for you." Gabrielle reached out and patted the base of Blackboo's neck.

 

The little dog seemed to understand what she meant. He continued to lie at her feet peacefully, letting her eat.

 

Not long after, Westley came down wearing his usual three-piece suit. He looked every inch a successful businessman. He exuded power, but more than that, he was drop dead gorgeous.

 

Some uniforms made people more attractive. That was why nurse and flight stewardess costumes were so popular — because they looked sexy.

 

For a man like Westley, he only needed to wear a black suit and a crisp white shirt. That would be enough to tempt anyone watching him. He didn't need to wear anything extra to stand out.

 

Still, Gabrielle tried to imagine him wearing a doctor's clothes — complete with a white coat and stethoscope. He would undoubtedly look ten times more appealing and irresistible.

 

"Westley, are you going to work?" Gabrielle asked casually. She was already finishing up.

 

"Since you don't want me to give you a ride, I'll go to the company by myself. Someone will drive you to work later. Don't drive yourself." Westley didn't trust in Gabrielle's driving skills, so to be safe, he asked someone else to fetch her.

 

"Isn't it too troublesome? I can drive by myself. It's not that hard." Gabrielle didn't like imposing on others. As much as possible, she didn't want to trouble people with simple things.

 

"If you're obedient, you won't have any trouble. If you aren't, you know what's going to happen." Westley was putting on his cufflinks as he spoke to her. His tone was sharp, and he was a bit angry that she refused something this small. It was just a ride, why was she making a big deal out of it?

 

"I see. Drive carefully, and have a good trip." Gabrielle stood up and was about to make a ninety degree bow to him when his voice stopped her cold.

 

"Gabrielle, remember who I am to you." Westley cast a glance at her and left without another word.

 

'Remember who he is to me?'

 

Gabrielle was confused at first, but when she saw Blackboo standing at her feet, she understood what Westley meant.

 

He didn't like that she referred to him as Blackboo's daddy but called herself the dog's sister.

 

'Ah. So that made him unhappy.'

 

Gabrielle was running late. She quickly shoved the last piece of bread into her mouth and drank some water. She was about to walk out when the car arrived. The driver was Alvin.

 

"Mrs. Morris, are you ready? Mr. Morris asked me to drive you to your studio," Alvin greeted her with a smile.

 

"Yup, I just finished. I'm ready. Let's go." Gabrielle hurried to carry her bag.

 

"Mrs. Morris, please get in the car." Alvin opened the door for her.

 

Gabrielle sat in and felt a little uneasy. She didn't like this setup. It made her extremely uncomfortable to be treated like this. "Alvin, isn't it too troublesome for you to drive me to work like this?"

 

He came from the company, and after dropping her off, he had to go back to the office. It wasn't a short drive.

 

That was simply too exhausting.

 

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Morris has driven to the company by himself. Usually, it's the same for me when I come to pick up him. It's not troublesome at all. Don't worry about it, Mrs. Morris." Alvin looked at her via the rearview mirror and gave her a reassuring smile.

 

Gabrielle sighed. Since Alvin said it so, she wasn't going to comment further. Anyway, it was Westley who arranged everything, and Alvin only took orders from him.