Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 304

'What was I thinking? Why did I say both people and dogs like him?'

Gabrielle thought and felt ashamed.

Westley was the man whom any woman in Antawood would dream of marrying. And here, she dared to use an animal - a dog - to appraise him. It was certainly going to annoy Westley.

As he stood glaring, his eyes were getting colder and colder. And Gabrielle was getting fearful.

"Well, nothing to be offended about, Westley. I just meant that you are adored by all. Not only are you liked by people, but also by dogs. It's like every person and every dog love you. Look at Blackboo. It is just a puppy. It left its mommy some time ago and came to this new and strange environment. So, naturally it will depend on the first creature it meets. It is getting so close to you as if it takes you as its second mother." Things were indeed turning weirder as she realized she was worsening the condition. It wasn't a good way to be described and compared like that. After all, Westley was a man. Who would be happy to be regarded or called as a dog's mother?

"Well, you are the second being in his life, so he knows that he can rely on you. Blackboo gets a sense of security because of your presence. And see how eager he is to get close to you." Gabrielle tried to rephrase the whole thing, which sounded much more pleasant to hear than being called a dog's second mother.

'I don't think Westley is annoyed now, ' thought Gabrielle. She observed his face carefully. The frowns had eased up a bit and he didn't seem to be angry anymore.

"Gabrielle, is this what you think of me?" Westley asked in a serious tone.

His words made her ponder, 'What did I think of Westley? Why did he suddenly ask me about my opinion? And why did he sound so serious? This is really becoming very difficult for me.'

"Westley, you've suddenly asked me a serious question. How do you expect me to answer it now?" Gabrielle asked him in a sincere tone.

"Well, didn't you say that everyone loves me? Then tell me, do you love me?" Westley asked her.

As soon as the question had been voiced, Gabrielle was stunned. 'Why has it reached to the question of love? Everything seems to be moving too fast for me.'

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" the black dog quickly finished its milk and started barking. The sound broke the silence prevailing in the awkward atmosphere.

Gabrielle immediately turned around to look at Blackboo. The little puppy had finished its milk, yet it wasn't satisfied. It wanted some more milk.

"Blackboo! Are you still hungry?" Gabrielle tried to calm it down and her attention drifted away from Westley.

She didn't want her mood to be affected by Westley and his tantrums.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Blackboo barked again like it was replying to Gabrielle.

Clearly it was still hungry and wasn't going to be quiet unless it was fed.

It needed more milk.

"Okay! Okay! Wait here. I'll get you some more milk. Just stay with Westley. C'mon play around both of you and have fun. I'll be right back." Gabrielle hurried towards the kitchen.

She felt like she had asked Blackboo and Westley to play around like friends. She was sure now that he would be mad at her.

There was a smile on Westley's face as he stood watching Gabrielle, who ran faster than a rabbit.

'This woman is getting bolder and bolder. She has even started teasing me. Where did she get the courage to do so?'

"So, Blackboo, do you like me?" Westley asked. He sounded serious as he kept staring at Blackboo.

He didn't know if Blackboo could understand what he had said. On the other hand, the puppy seemed to be excited because the man, who always treated him coldly, was suddenly being gentle towards him. He started wagging his tail.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Well, it seems like you do like me. So, is it true that every human and every dog loves me?" Westley asked, raising his eyebrows. He was thoughtful and recollected those words.

He wondered if Gabrielle was telling the truth or just trying to coax him.

Gabrielle soon r

eturned with a bottle of milk. But Westley was not on the sofa or in the living room. He seemed to have left the room and got back to his work.

Gabrielle heaved a sigh of relief. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing to be asked that question again. She still couldn't believe that he actually asked her whether she loved him or not.

How could she dare to love the big boss?

Moreover, she wondered how she could answer him directly! She didn't hate him like earlier, neither was she afraid of him. There was still a distance between them, though it was reducing gradually.

Not even in her dreams had she thought that one day Westley would ask her such a thing directly.

It had baffled her when he asked her if she loved him or not.

The fact was that even Gabrielle couldn't figure it out. How could she answer him? The question came out of the blue and she had no answer to it.

"Blackboo, let's drink milk first. Here, have this half a bottle for now. That's all for today. You can't drink too much at one time. You'll fall sick!" Gabrielle tried to explain it to Blackboo. Obviously the puppy didn't understand what she was talking about. When it saw the milk bottle in her hand, it was so excited that it started to bark and wagged its tail happily.

"Okay. Drink it first. After that, we're going to bed. I'll take you to the yard tomorrow morning." Gabrielle quickly fed it.

In a few moments, Blackboo drank up all the milk in the bottle.

This time, Blackboo was really full. He didn't ask for more milk and slowly walked back into his kennel obediently.

After washing the milk bottle, Gabrielle went to her room, but Westley wasn't there too. Thinking that he might be busy in the study, she quickly went to take a shower. She came out after some time, but he still hadn't returned.

Gabrielle started to feel a little uneasy as time passed by. 'Has he gone because he is unhappy? Is he upset because I didn't answer his question?'

She couldn't believe that he was being so moody.

Sitting on the bed, Gabrielle was busy reading a designer magazine. She wanted to wait for him while she flipped through the pages.

However hard she tried, Gabrielle fell asleep before he returned.

When Westley finished his work and came back from the study, he saw the woman fast asleep on the quilt. She was holding a magazine with jewelry designs in her hand. The page where she dozed off featured the new work of Melissa. She was the famous local master designer.

Westley knew a little about this designer. On Miley's birthday, his mother wanted to ask the master designer to prepare a set of jewelry for Miley. But she hadn't been able to get an appointment. Melissa was studying abroad and refused to meet anyone.

Westley was aware that though the designer was quite talented, she had a bad temper. She was the famous lady of the Walker family in Ensfield. No one could dare to say anything to her.

'Does Gabrielle like her?'

Westley stared at Melissa's photo on the magazine's page. That was when it struck him that she had a close resemblance to Gabrielle.

For a moment he thought that probably all beautiful people looked similar.

"Gabrielle, get up. I told you not to sleep on the quilt." Westley took the magazine from her hand and tried to wake her up. But she didn't even open an eye as she was in deep sleep.

Realizing that she was in deep slumber, Westley didn't call her anymore. He lifted the quilt and placed her carefully. After tucking her in, he went to take a shower.

When he stepped out in a bathrobe, he saw Gabrielle sleeping peacefully. Her fair face had a tinge of pink, which made her look more beautiful and attractive.

Westley lay on his side of the bed. He slowly moved the strands of hair falling on her face. He got closer and softly kissed her face. Holding her chin gently, he was about to kiss on her lips. That was when he heard a clanging sound and his cheek felt hot.

"Clap!" A sound echoed in his ears. He had been slapped by Gabrielle.