Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 353

When Gabrielle came back, she saw Westley sitting in the car with a goofy grin on his face. She couldn't help but wonder what happened to him while she was out buying gifts. She slowly made her way towards the passenger side.

"Westley, I'm back." Gabrielle crouched down by the window to peer at him.

"What did you buy?" Westley craned his neck to see what she was carrying in her hand.

The gift box wasn't very big. Westley assumed she didn't think too much about what to give Micheal. She probably just grabbed whatever she saw first.

Relief flooded his veins. He felt better seeing that Gabrielle didn't exert too much effort in finding the perfect gift.

"Take a guess." Gabrielle opened the door and sat down. She turned towards him with a smile. She teased the box in front of him to make him guess what was inside.

"It's not something too precious, right?" That was the only thing Westley was concerned about. He didn't care what it was as long as it didn't mean that much to her.

'Who cares what she bought?'

"Come on, just guess." He was clearly uninterested, which was a huge buzzkill for Gabrielle. He could have just played along.

After all, she spent half an hour choosing the item. She was a little tired, and she just wanted to have some fun with a guessing game.

But Westley was blasé about it. Gabrielle lost her earlier enthusiasm and just put the box inside her bag.

"Do you really want me to guess?" Westley heaved a sigh. He started the car and began driving.

He knew where Micheal's villa was. Westley made it a point to know everything about a potential rival. Finding out the other guy's address was basic.

Westley found out the location in less than five minutes, and he already memorized all the streets leading there.

"It's just a little game, Westley—something for fun. If you really don't want to guess, then forget it." Gabrielle turned to look out the window and leaned her head on the glass. Westley couldn't even humor her.

"Pen?" Westley said, his eyes still on the road.

Gabrielle gasped. She looked at him as though he just sprouted three heads. She slapped her knee lightly and giggled. "Westley, how did you guess? Is it that obvious?"

It was unbelievable.

Westley grinned smugly. It was too simple for him. He saw the brand logo on the bag, and he was familiar with it. That was why he instantly knew what item she picked.

It wasn't the best birthday gift, obviously. But it wasn't that bad either. Overall, it was generic and impersonal.

All of which pleased Westley. He initially feared that she would put a lot of thought into the gift, which only made him jealous. Now that he realized she bought something she would probably gift to her boss, Westley felt ridiculous.

"It's nothing. I got lucky, I guess."

Westley's tone and facial expression didn't give away his white lie. He focused on driving, but he was well aware of Gabrielle being in awe of his guessing prowess.

Gabrielle reacted as though she just witnessed something magical and supernatural, so she eagerly showed her gift to him.

The brand was well-known for selling pens that cost tens of thousands of dollars. It wasn't something people used for daily writing, but it was what CEOs used to sign important documents.

Westley owned something similar and from the same brand, but his was from the top series.

Westley's pen was more expensive and more exclusive than this one.

"I wanted to buy a black pen, but it was out of stock. The only one left was a silver gray pen. It's still beautiful, anyway. What do you think?" Gabrielle moved it closer to his field of vision so he didn't have to turn his head.

Westley didn't even spare it a glance. It was impersonal and generic, yes, but it was still her gift to another man. Westley wasn't about to gush how good it was.

"Not bad. Just put it back in the box," Westley said in a perfunctory tone. He noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, so he loosened his hands.

Gabrielle sensed a trace of jealousy from him. She quickly put the pen back inside but lifted the corners of her lips.

"Westley, are you unhappy again? You look grumpy." Gabrielle leaned her shoulder on the seat so her body was facing Westley.

"It's not a gift for me. Why should that make me happy?" Westley's tone was cold and curt. He clenched his jaw because it annoyed him.

There was no reason for him to be happy. The gift was not for him, and they were headed to the villa of someone he didn't even like.

"Hey, listen. I'll give you a gift too next time. Okay?" Gabrielle straightened the box to make sure it looked present

able.

"Okay," Westley agreed.

He liked the tie she picked for him last time. In fact, he liked everything she gave him. It didn't matter if he already had the same stuff; as long as it was from her, he cherished it.

As someone who could afford everything, he reacted differently when it came to the woman he loved.

If other people gave him luxury items and Gabrielle gave him something inexpensive, he would choose hers every single time.

Gabrielle smiled brightly at him. Although there was no change in his facial expression, his tone softened.

"Westley, you like my gift for you, don't you?" Gabrielle had a hopeful look on her face.

She actually wanted to ask him for so long, but she didn't have the nerve to do so. However, she saw him wear it several times. He seemed to like it, so she opted not to ask anything. Actions spoke louder than words.

Westley didn't respond to her teasing, but deep down inside, he wanted to chuckle at how pleased she was at herself.

Gabrielle sensed that Westley didn't want to talk anymore, so she just sat with her gift on her lap and stared at the changing scenery outside.

"Westley, do you know where Micheal lives?" Gabrielle's curiosity was piqued.

She realized she didn't give Westley the address, and yet, he drove all the way here without checking for directions even once.

"Yes. I know everything that I want to know." There was no reason to deny it. Gabrielle knew how Westley was.

As one of the most powerful and influential figures in Antawood, Westley knew all that he needed to know. It was also relatively easy for him to find things out.

Of course, Gabrielle knew what Westley was capable of. She witnessed it firsthand.

For Westley, who could obtain confidential information in a matter of minutes, the only things he didn't know were those he had no wish of knowing—useless facts that didn't affect him.

"Okay, so you know where he lives. I'm still worried, though, that you're driving the wrong way." Gabrielle smiled. She enjoyed teasing him sometimes.

"That's lesson number one for you, Gabrielle. Don't hide things from me because I always find them out. If I catch you concealing anything at all, I'll make you suffer." Westley was looking at the road ahead, but the energy in the car suddenly shifted.

Gabrielle didn't expect him to say something like that out of nowhere. With her brows furrowed in confusion, she confronted him.

"Westley, are you okay?" Gabrielle asked him uneasily. She shifted in her seat because something just soured his mood.

There was no trace of humor on his face.

He wasn't joking about what he said. He wanted it to fully sink in.

Westley wasn't a man who made empty threats. He always followed through if he said he would do something.

"Gabrielle, I meant what I said. I hate being lied to or cheated on, so don't try to hide anything from me." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he clenched his jaw.

By now, Gabrielle understood the gravity of Westley's words. He didn't make jokes in serious situations. Thus, she believed everything he said.

"I don't intend to hide anything from you. You must know that. You're thinking too much." Gabrielle sighed audibly and ran her fingers through her hair.

Westley visibly relaxed, and the tension between them eased a little.

"That better be the case." Westley drummed his fingers as he let Gabrielle process everything he said.

It never crossed Gabrielle's mind to hide anything from him. She had always known how much power Westley held, so she didn't dare cross him. Also, they were tied together legally. There was no way anything she did would escape his notice.

Gabrielle had long accepted that Westley had eyes and ears everywhere. Whether she was at work, out shopping at the mall, or dining with her co-workers, he was going to find out where she was and what she was doing.

"Westley, you don't believe me at all? Do you even trust me?" Gabrielle eyed him suspiciously.

Westley's body slightly stiffened, and his mouth curled.

"I'd like to believe you, so I hope you won't let me down and break my trust." Westley's words were vague and confusing.

But Gabrielle understood what he meant. He was trying his best to believe her, and she shouldn't give him any cause to think otherwise.

Considering how their story began, it must have been difficult for him. There had been so much mistrust at the beginning of their relationship, but now, he was trying.

It was a huge step for him, and Gabrielle didn't want him to feel like she didn't appreciate it.

"Me too," Gabrielle said as she stared at his side profile.