Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 315

Gabrielle stepped out of the car and looked at the gate of No. 1 Champs Elysees. She knew the luxurious facilities of the hotel.

She'd been there earlier. It was a year ago. An international jewelry design exhibition had been organized there. That time, Gabrielle and Sloane had come together.

Gabrielle remembered how Sloane had said that in the future if she could have a birthday party in the hotel, she would die without a regret.

Gabrielle had never thought that this time she'd come to such a renowned hotel for dinner.

The thought of Sloane pained Gabrielle. Sloane hadn't woken up yet, and that made her feel sad.

Gabrielle decided when Sloane woke up she would be holding a party in celebration. And it would be No. 1 Champs Elysees where she would celebrate her rebirth. Surely she would book the most luxurious room for her.

All that would happen, only when Sloane would wake up.

Once she entered the hotel, Gabrielle went to look for Michelle. The room number had already been sent by her.

They had booked a presidential suite. Gabrielle would have to reach there by elevator.

Being a popular star, Michelle was adept at choosing the best restaurants. She always knew the best places in whichever city she visited.

It was a cumbersome process to get the best rooms. But Michelle seemed loving the luxurious life she had. It was no issue for her to book a presidential suite for only a meal. It was a fact that she was a celebrity and needed privacy. However, there really was no reason to book a presidential suite.

Gabrielle was amused by Michelle's preferences. She stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the door of the suite. She took a deep breath to calm herself and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened sooner than she had expected. Standing at the door with a beautiful and bright smile on her face was Michelle. "Hey Gabrielle! You're here. Come on in."

Holding Gabrielle's hand, Michelle dragged her into the room. "Well Gabrielle, look at this presidential suite. It's so luxurious."

Gabrielle looked around the whole suite along with Michelle.

She couldn't help admiring the luxurious interior.

After the walk around the suite, Michelle pulled Gabrielle back to the big sofa in the living room. They sat down comfortably. From her side, Gabrielle could have the scenic view of Antawood outside the glass wall. She could see half of the city at a glance. The lights were on and neon lights were flashing. It looked so beautiful.

"Gabrielle, isn't it so beautiful here?" Michelle looked at Gabrielle with a broad smile. She looked very happy.

"It is really beautiful. But, it's just a dinner. Is it necessary for us to have it in this presidential suite? Are you going to stay here tonight?" Gabrielle looked at her curiously.

"Well, I don't need to stay in a presidential suite. I have a house in Antawood. There's actually no reason for me to stay in a hotel." The corners of Michelle's mouth slightly curved and formed a smile.

It was a fact that she didn't want to stay in such a place even for a night.

Gabrielle was taken aback by her words. She looked at Michelle with questioning eyes. "In that case, if it's not booked by you, then what are we doing here?"

"Someone else has invited us for dinner here!" Michelle said. There was a mysterious smile on her face.

"What? Who will invite us to dinner here?" When she got to know that someone else had booked it for them, Gabrielle found it extremely strange. She started to feel a little uneasy.

"Hey Gabrielle! C'mon now, don't be afraid. You'll know soon." Michelle didn't intend to inform Gabrielle about the one who would pay the bill.

Since Michelle didn't seem to be ready to say anything, Gabrielle didn't ask much. There was hardly anything for Michelle to be afraid of. Then there was nothing for her to be afraid of.

Even in terms of social status, Michelle was much more powerful than her.

Gabrielle thought that the person who had invited them to dinner must be very important to Michelle.

Gabrielle didn't say anything more. She just sat there and kept waiting for dinner. Then she took out her phone and saw the message from Lolita.

"Gabrielle,

Mr. Foster ordered milk tea and cake for me. I'm eating them now, and he's drinking coffee next to me. He even invited me to a big meal after work. Don't you think I'm lucky this month?"

When Gabrielle saw this, she couldn't help but think about it. What Jason did was not simply because Lolita had stayed back after her shift and completed the work.

Lolita was a smart girl. How could she not know what Jason had on his mind?

Gabrielle thought, 'What is Jason planning?'

Just then she got another message. It was from Lolita.

"Gabrielle, do you think Mr. Foster has some problem with me? Am I just thinking too much?"

After thinking for a while, Gabrielle thought, 'Surely, it's not any problem that he has with her. It's obvious that he's interested in her.'

"Don't think too much. Go ahead and do what Jason asks you to do. Don't ask anything that you shouldn't ask." Gabrielle had mixed feelings as she sent her reply to Lolita.

She didn't want to think too much about it, but couldn't stop herself.

"Alright! I won't go against Mr. Foster's will. Maybe he really likes my strength, not my beauty. Do you think so?" From her message, Gabrielle could feel that Lolita was confident about herself.

On reading the message, Gabrielle couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, she knew that Lolita was quite smart and by now she would have guessed something.

Now that she knew Lolita would be able to guess it, she didn't have to worry.

And another huge factor was that she believed in Jason's moral quality. She knew he would never misuse his power or authority to exploit others.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Michelle stood up and ran to open the door. Gabrielle put down her phone deliberately. She craned her neck to check out who had come inside. She wondered if it could be the person who had invited them to dinner tonight. Behind Michelle were two young men pushing the dining cart. They were wearing white clothes, like a chef.

It seemed that the dinner had arrived now.

When she didn't see the one who invited them, Gabrielle felt a little disappointed.

"Gabrielle, our dinner is here. Wait a moment. Our dinner will be served soon. We can have it. It's really a big meal." With her face beaming with happiness, Michelle walked towards Gabrielle.

Just looking at the number of dishes on the cart, they could tell how wonderful the dinner would be.

"Well, so did you order this?" asked Gabrielle curiously.

"No. It had been ordered by the big boss, who invited us to dinner." Michelle didn't want to hide anything. Anyway, she knew that it was Westley who had ordered it. She had nothing to hide.

"Well, so when will he come?" Gabrielle became more and more curious about that man.

Hearing what she said, Michelle smiled. "You'll know in a minute. The dishes are ready. Gabrielle, let's go to have dinner."

Gabrielle and Michelle went ahead and took their seats.

"Miss Michelle, your dinner is ready now. Please enjoy." Saying so, the waiter had taken off all the lids. The smell of the dishes was very tempting.

"Thank you. Hopefully we will have a good dinner." Michelle thanked them politely.

"Miss Michelle, I'm actually a big fan of yours. Can you please give me an autograph?" One of them couldn't stop himself and asked for her autograph.

Hearing it, Michelle agreed and smiled. "Of course I can sign it. But I hope you can keep it a secret that I'm here for dinner. After all, I don't want to be disturbed."

"Of course, I will keep it a secret, Miss Michelle." The waiter agreed happily.

"Where do you want me to sign?" Michelle asked deliberately.

The waiter excitedly handed over the pen to her. "Please sign on my shirt. I'll keep it forever."

Michelle took the pen and gently signed on it for the waiter.

"Well, thank you so much for being my fan." Michelle was a nice person, polite and gentle. But she was not the same for everyone.

"Great! Thank you so much for the autograph, Miss Michelle. We'll leave now. If you need anything, please do let us know." The waiter pushed the dining cart and left happily. The aroma of the food filled the room, making Michelle and Gabrielle feel hungrier than they actually were.