Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 391

There was only one thought in Gabrielle's mind right now. It seemed that Jackson was hating her more and more, and was now beginning to develop resentment towards her.

"Ms. Glyn, I don't need him to send me there. I'm perfectly capable of going there myself." Naturally, she didn't want to trouble him any further.

She could see the hostility in his eyes, so she dared not bother him again.

If things were to go on like this, Jackson might find her the most annoying person in the world.

"Look, Gabrielle, you're a lady, and Jackson, you're a man and you're her senior. It's your duty to escort her there," Melissa said gently.

Her reasoning was sound, so Jackson was unable to refute it.

"I really don't need him to send me back, Ms. Glyn. You don't have to do this…"

"Ms. Glyn, rest assured that I'll take her to her destination safely." Jackson interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

Having heard that, Melissa smiled at him. "Good. I'll leave Gabrielle in your capable hands. Make sure to send her back safely."

"Understood, Madame. I'll do my best." Having said that, Jackson turned to Gabrielle, and said, "Let's go."

Afterwards, he strode out of the room, giving her the cold shoulder.

Gabrielle was left speechless of his behavior. He was the complete opposite of Melissa.

"Gabrielle, don't worry about him. He's all bark and no bite. Once you get to know him better, you'll understand that he's a good man. He's not that bad. Don't take his attitude too seriously." Melissa tried to appease Gabrielle's worries.

Upon hearing that, Gabrielle smiled. "I understand, Ms. Glyn. I've known him for over six months. Everyone in the company knows about his temper. I won't take it to heart."

"I'm relieved to hear that. Anyway, you should go. Take care, okay?" said Melissa.

"Goodbye, Ms. Glyn."

Soon, Gabrielle arrived at the gate of the hotel. Upon seeing her, Jackson pulled over to her side, casting her a frigid glance.

"Get in the car. Now!"

Without hesitation, Gabrielle got in and sat in the backseat.

The second she got in, she felt a chill run down her spine. Normally, whenever Jackson wasn't angry, she was still frightened to be around him. But now that he was visibly displeased, she was so scared that she wanted to run away.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Jackson," Gabrielle remarked.

She wanted to apologize in order to appease his angry. Otherwise, if he were to lose his temper, he might drive the car into a ditch or something.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you still didn't come downstairs. I think you did it on purpose," he snorted.

Gabrielle realized that whatever she said now would only be wrong in his eyes.

Thus, she just clammed up and sat there with her gaze cast down. She then took out her phone to send a message to Westley, asking him where he was.

Seeing that Gabrielle wasn't answering him, Jackson stared at her from the rearview mirror and saw that she was fiddling with her phone with her head down.

Instead of calming down, he became even angrier.

'This woman really pisses me off!' he cursed inwardly.

"Where are you going?" Jackson said through gritted teeth.

"To the commercial street," Gabrielle stated casually.

She had no intention of asking him to send her back. This man appeared just about ready to strangle her. She'd rather not piss him off anymore.

Jackson started the engine and drove to the destination.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle remained silent and continued playing with her phone.

Westley still hadn't replied to her message, so she casually browsed through the apps on her phone to avoid creating an awkward atmosphere between her and Jackson.

"Gabrielle, you know, you're very ungrateful!" Jackson snarled after a while.

All this time, she had just been browsing through her phone to distract herself, and didn't say anything to him.

But even so, Jackson got mad at her.

'Why did he say that I'm ungrateful?' she wondered.

"Jackson, what do you mean?" Gabrielle put down her phone, visibly confused as she looked at the back of his head.

'Isn't he taking it too far? All I did was to ask him to drive me to the commercial street. Why is he scolding me?

If he didn't want to drive me there, he could've just said so,' she thought to herself.

"Jackson, I'm aware that you don't like me, and perhaps you even hate me, but if you really don't want to do this for me, you can just pull over somewhere and drop me off. I can just hail a cab myself." Although Gabrielle looked meek, she wasn't going to eat humble pie whenever she was being deliberately humiliated.

She also had pride, and she valued her dignity. There was no way she would let anyone humiliate her.

"At the very least, you're aware of things. It's good that you know how much I dislike you, but that's not what I wanted to say. I've already promised Melissa to escort you to your destination, and I intend to do just that." The sound of Jackson's voice was extremely frigid.

'He always talks like that. How annoying!' Gabrielle really wanted to strangle him to death.

"So, what do you want to say?" She finally lost her patience.

"Do you know how many people want to invite Melissa to dinner, Gabrielle? Very few people have ever had that chance, and it's even rarer that she offered to have dinner with you." Jackson decided not to divulge any information other than that.

But Gabrielle was smart enough to understand that he wasn't angry at her for having to send her to her destination. He was actually mad at her for refusing to have dinner with Melissa.

"Jackson, I…"

"Get out of the car!" Jackson pulled over at once.

Gabrielle was stunned. He just said that he had promised Melissa to drop her off at her destination. She wondered why he would suddenly pull over and ask her to get out.

"What do you mean, Jackson?" she asked.

To be perfectly honest, she could never understand whatever he was thinking. This man just did whatever he wanted to do.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to pull over? Now that I did as you said, get out!" he snorted.

Gabrielle finally knew what shoot herself in the foot meant.

Shortly afterwards, she opened the door and got out of the car.

After all, she was a woman of integrity. Now that she had said those words, her only choice was to go through with it.

"Thank you, Jackson…"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the car had already driven away, and the smoke from the exhaust sprayed onto her face.

'Fuck!

Jackson, you vengeful bastard!' she cursed inwardly.

'All I did was to refuse Melissa's invitation to dinner. Why is he so angry? He's not the one who was refused!'

Just then, her phone rang. Gabrielle opened the screen.

It was a message from Westley.

"Where are you?" the message said.

Gabrielle sent him her location directly, so that he could know exactly where she was.