Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 344

Mia didn't expect Gabrielle to ask her about it so seriously. It was supposed to be a simple matter, but it seemed more than that to Gabrielle.

"Gabrielle, don't be like this. Of course I want you and your husband to come together. It would be more fun if there were more people." Mia matched Gabrielle's serious tone. She heard Gabrielle sigh.

"Okay, I'll tell Westley." Gabrielle only said that she would inform Westley; she didn't say yes on behalf of him.

She didn't know how Westley would take the invitation, so she couldn't promise anything to Mia right now. Gabrielle's coffee was already lukewarm, so she finished it up.

"Okay, fine. I'll wait for your message. I'll just send the address to you tomorrow, okay?" Mia didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

As soon as the call ended, Gabrielle noticed Westley standing outside the window, his back to her. She reached out her hand and knocked lightly on the glass.

Westley turned his head towards her. The two of them stared at each other through the glass. Under the moonlight, they looked like the lead characters in a romantic drama.

Gabrielle's heart rate suddenly picked up speed, and she felt her entire face blush under Westley's unwavering gaze.

It was the way he looked at her. In that moment, she felt as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She almost believed it was true.

It was so strange for them to have this kind of romantic moment. There was so much electricity between them that she feared it would break the glass.

"Wait for me." Gabrielle mouthed the words to him. She had no idea if he understood it or not. Then she stood up, grabbed her bag, and went out.

Standing at the door, Westley's heart softened at the sight of her running towards him in such a hurry. She was trying to catch her breath when she stopped in front of him.

"Slow down," Westley said in a gentle tone. He reached out and took her in his arms.

"I told you to just call me when you arrive and stay in your car. You didn't have to come in by yourself. The alley is a little narrow and not well-lighted. How did you find this place?" Gabrielle was curious. He could've called her and waited in his car comfortably.

She only told him about the restaurant's location; she didn't say that she would wait in a café. 'How did he know I was here?'

"Let's just say I have an intuition," Westley told her. He smiled and traced her jaw with his finger.

His words left Gabrielle speechless, but his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"Thank you for picking me up. Let's go. Have you had your dinner yet?" Gabrielle couldn't help but worry about him. She was full and ready to go home, but she didn't know if Westley was hungry.

"Yes, I have. The car is outside, so we need to start walking. Are you feeling cold?" Westley saw that she was wearing a thin coat, and when he touched her, her skin was a little cold.

"Nope. Winter in Antawood isn't that cold," Gabrielle said with a smile. She didn't want him to worry about her. Anyway, it would be warmer when they got inside the car.

"Yes, but it's still cold at night." Without waiting for her response, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her. His hand lingered on her shoulder for a few seconds.

"No thanks, Westley. I'm really not cold. You should take your coat." Gabrielle felt embarrassed all of a sudden. Heat flooded her veins, and her cheeks reddened. She touched it with her hand, wondering if Westley noticed.

Westley didn't wear a suit jacket. As soon as he took off his black coat, he was left with nothing but a crisp, white shirt that didn't offer any protection from the cold.

"Just put it on." Westley put his arm around her shoulder, leaving her no chance to resist—let alone take off the coat. He pulled her closer to him.

Gabrielle bit back a smile at his gesture. It felt so good being wrapped in his coat like this. She inched closer to him.

"Let's get in the car as soon as possible." Gabrielle didn't want to waste any more time. It would take a few minutes to walk to the parking lot from here. She had to hurry up; she didn't want Westley to catch a cold because of her.

"Gabrielle, what brings you here?" Westley asked casually, still with his arm around her.

While Gabrielle was anxious to get in the car, it was no big deal for Westley to walk without a coat. After all, he was in tip-top shape and he exercised regularly, which meant that he had better resistance against the cold compared to her.

"It's not me who wanted to come here. Jackson took me to a private restaurant. The owner is also the chef. All the dishes they served were so delicious. Can I take you there some time?" Gabrielle looked back expectantly. He was lo

oking straight ahead, and she couldn't help but appreciate his chiseled jaw and perfect features.

Westley wasn't interested in the restaurant where Gabrielle had dinner with another man. He knew it was irrational, but he wasn't thrilled at letting her dine with someone other than him.

However, he was always willing to have dinner with her, especially if she was the one who proposed it. He wouldn't say no.

"Well, we can come here next time." Westley wrapped her tighter in his arms and got into the car.

Gabrielle took off Westley's coat and handed it to him. She then warmed her palms by rubbing them together.

"Westley, put it on quickly." She didn't want him to get sick.

"Don't worry. The air conditioner is on. Just keep the coat." Westley refused the coat but immediately started the car. He straightened in his seat and rubbed the back of his neck.

It took more than half an hour to drive from the Morris Group building to this restaurant, and it also took the same time to drive back to Half Moon Bay.

Westley had been busy with work all day, and just when he should be resting, he had to pick her up. Gabrielle felt a little sorry for him. She knew he was exhausted.

"Westley, you must be tired after a busy day. You shouldn't have picked up me. I could've taken a taxi home. Now you look so fatigued." Gabrielle was uneasy. She didn't know what his current mood was. She hated how he had to drive that far to pick her up.

Westley spared a glance at Gabrielle before returning to look straight ahead. There was a small smile playing on his lips. "Are you worried for me?"

"Of course, Westley." Gabrielle turned to him even though he was focused on driving.

"Do you know how to give a massage?" Westley still had his eyes on the road, but he tipped his head towards her.

'Massage?'

Gabrielle slumped back in her seat. She never thought she needed to learn such skills.

"No, I don't."

Gabrielle shook her head. She frowned. No one ever asked her for a massage, so she knew she wouldn't be good at it.

"It's okay. I'll teach you. Can you give me a massage when we get home?" Westley wasn't surprised—few people knew how to do it. Still, he was patient enough that he would teach her.

Gabrielle was so surprised that she gaped at him, but she got distracted by how handsome he was—even his side profile. Every inch of him was perfect, and it made her wonder how it was possible that she was sitting beside him and she was his wife.

"But I..."

"Don't worry, you will learn. Or is it possible that you simply don't want to give me a massage? If you don't want to, just forget it." Westley said all of these with a straight face; he was so good at teasing her.

"I didn't say that I didn't want to. I'll do it when we get back." Gabrielle turned to look at the road. She would not refuse. It was, after all, a small favor.

Westley had done so many things for her, and this was all he asked for in return. Of course, she would do it.

"Okay." The corners of Westley's mouth lifted, he looked very happy. He almost hummed out a tune while he was driving.

Gabrielle's phone rang just then, so she didn't see him smile. She looked at the screen.

It was a Twitter message from Jackson. Gabrielle was a little surprised. Yes, they were friends on the platform, but Jackson's account didn't have any update. He never posted on his timeline, and he never sent any message in their group chat either.

Gabrielle was actually convinced that Jackson never used Twitter.

That was why she was shocked to see him send her a message.

"Gabrielle, has the person who will pick you up already arrived?" As usual, Jackson went straight to the point.

It was Jackson who took her out, so it was natural for him to feel responsible for her safety. This was the main reason why he didn't want to get close to other people or have anything to do with them. He didn't like being responsible for the welfare of others.

"Jackson, my husband is here. I'm in his car now. We're going home. Thank you for your concern," Gabrielle quickly replied. Jackson was cold most of the time, but he had a side to him that wasn't all that bad.

"Okay." It was typical of Jackson to reply with only one word. That was just how he was.

Gabrielle didn't reply anymore because she knew that Jackson wasn't fond of chatting. He wasn't a fan of small talk.

"Everything okay?" Westley asked, peering at her.

"Yeah. Jackson asked me if you already picked me up. I told him to leave first because my husband would come and get me." Gabrielle emphasized the word "husband" on purpose. Then, she observed him closely.

Sure enough, Westley's face softened, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.