Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 317

It was obvious that Westley wanted to drive Michelle away, but Gabrielle thought that it was not a good idea.

"Westley, Michelle hasn't finished her food yet." Gabrielle was making an excuse for Michelle.

"As an actress, you must always be in good shape," Westley said calmly.

'Keeping a good shape?

Did he mean that Michelle needs to lose weight?'

"Westley, you don't have to mock me for being fat. You know me, I don't get fat no matter how much I eat. I don't really need to worry about maintaining a good shape, haha." In Michelle's opinion, Westley really held a double standard. He treated her and Gabrielle so differently.

Nonetheless, Michelle was happy because it only meant that Westley really loved Gabrielle. As long as Westley genuinely cared about his wife, Michelle would just watch them happily.

"Then if you still want to eat, just eat quietly and don't make any noise." Westley was looking at her indifferently, with a trace of undisguised disdain in his eyes.

How could Westley not notice how fit Michelle was?

She was always slim. It seemed that she was really born to be a model. Other people would go on any diet possible just to lose weight, but Michelle could just eat anything she wanted without worrying about getting fat.

Of course, Michelle knew that Westley did not like her at all. But since she was the third wheel for the couple, she did not bother arguing anymore. She just lowered her head and continued eating silently.

"Westley, if you haven't had dinner yet, you can eat too. There are so many foods that I doubt we can finish them all. Stop putting food on my plate, I can't eat any more." Gabrielle looked at him seriously.

But Westley just kept using his chopsticks to put food on Gabrielle's plate.

"I have already eaten. Eat more, you are too thin." Westley wasn't listening and just kept on picking food for her.

"If you keep doing this, then I will stop eating." Gabrielle was now upset.

"I'll just finish eating it if you can't," Westley said.

Oh!

Michelle shouldn't have agreed to come here and have dinner with them. The food was all appetizing, but she felt that she was in an awkward situation. So she put down her chopsticks firmly.

"Westley, Gabrielle, I'm already full. I'll go back first. Enjoy yourselves. Thank you for the luxurious meal." Michelle stood up and prepared to leave.

If she wouldn't leave now, she might throw up because of too much public display of affection.

Some people might seem cold-blooded and ruthless on the outside, but their sweetness and ability to display their affection publicly was more intense than the others.

"Michelle, are you really full? Eat more if you are not. Just don't mind Westley." Gabrielle felt a little guilty when she saw Michelle preparing to leave.

They were enjoying their meal until Westley became grumpy and deliberately drove Michelle away.

"Gabrielle, I'm full. Besides, I'm an actress, so I'd better pay attention to staying fit. I'm leaving now; and since this is Westley's treat, I'll treat you next time," Michelle said firmly.

She still owed Gabrielle a meal.

"Well, okay, I understand. You can go now. Be careful. Is anyone coming to pick you up?" Gabrielle worriedly asked.

After all, Michelle was so famous and her fans were everywhere.

"Alvin is outside. He will send you back," Westley said coldly.

Michelle knew that Westley was just waiting for her to finally go, and what he said only confirmed it. Apparently, he had already planned to send her away because he wanted to spend time with Gabrielle alone.

"Well, then I'll go back first. Westley, Gabrielle, I wish you a romantic and wonde

rful evening!" Michelle then left.

Her words made Gabrielle blush in embarrassment.

"Westley, you haven't explained yet. Why do you want to book such a room?" When she could not see Michelle anymore, Gabrielle changed the subject.

"My partner and I planned to have dinner downstairs, and since I was aware that you and Michelle were going to have dinner together, I booked this restaurant. What's wrong? Don't you like this place?" Westley looked at her and asked sweetly.

"No, I like it! I just think that it's quite too much." Gabrielle was not a very frugal person, but she did not want to be too extravagant.

"We'll stay here tonight. It won't be a waste," Westley simply answered.

So, he really had a plan.

What could it be? What did this man want for tonight?

"Don't think too much. Let's just enjoy this dinner." Westley took a clean bowl and started eating with her.

"You really haven't eaten anything yet?" Gabrielle asked with concern as she watched him eat.

"Yes, I drank a little and didn't eat much. I immediately went here right after the dinner," Westley calmly explained.

Upon hearing what he just said, Gabrielle suddenly became worried.

"Westley, don't you know that you're more likely to have a stomachache if you drink alcohol without eating food?" Gabrielle didn't mean to scold him.

She would just feel really worried if he didn't take good care of himself.

"Do you care about me?" Westley's dark, beaming eyes locked with hers.

"No, I just..." Gabrielle stuttered as she tried to deny what he said.

She said she didn't care, yet she also couldn't hide her being concerned.

She was just not willing to admit it.

"I do care about you." Gabrielle admitted timidly.

Westley immediately felt happy and satisfied with her answer. He only smiled, though. "I'm fine. I didn't really drink much."

"But alcohol is still bad for your stomach if you don't eat anything. Next time, drink some milk first and eat more food before drinking." Gabrielle didn't realize that she was already scolding him. It was only after she finished her words that she noticed she had said too much.

"Westley, I just shared my thoughts. You can pretend that you didn't hear me at all," Gabrielle explained.

But Westley answered, "I heard what you said, loud and clear. I will try my best."

Gabrielle was surprised that Westley would listen to her and was willing to follow her advice.

"Westley, you don't have to do that if you don't really want to. I just don't want you to get hurt." Gabrielle was feeling embarrassed now.

She felt that she was becoming more and more concerned about Westley, acting as his wife.

She wondered whether Westley would begin hating her if she kept behaving like this.

"I know what you mean. Anyway, let's finish our dinner." Westley knew that she sincerely cared about him, which made him happy. But he didn't want to express too much affection.

"Okay, let's just eat." Gabrielle then started picking up food for him.

When she caught Westley looking at her and watching her moves closely, Gabrielle smiled awkwardly. "Courtesy demands reciprocity. You have picked food for me, so I will also pick food for you.

Are you angry? If you don't want the food I picked, I'll eat it by myself." His cold stare made Gabrielle feel uneasy and nervous.

"Who says I'm angry? I'll eat what you put in my bowl. But don't pick up onions, please. I don't like its strong smell," Westley reminded her calmly.

It was not until then that Gabrielle realized that he just didn't like onions. She couldn't really remember everything on the list of Westley's preferences that Alvin gave her before.