Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 2 Do You Want Me To Change It For You

Gabrielle was stunned to see how exquisite the clothes were! She soon realized they were prepared for Westley’s fiancee, Nellie Collins. Gabrielle was only a substitute.

“Listen! I am giving you five minutes. If you don’t dress quickly, I will come and dress you myself!”

Westley’s displeased voice hit her ears, shocking her.

Gabrielle was trying to put up a strong front but in truth, she was scared out of her wits. She did not know to what extents this man could go. She quickly caught a light pink dress, and put it on thoughtlessly. When she caught herself in the mirror, she couldn’t believe her own appearance.

The off-shoulder top revealed her collar bones and shoulders teasingly. The knee-length, pleated hem granted her a dignified and elegant look. Surely, the dress was designed by some elite brand.

Exactly five minutes later, Westley slid the door of the wardrobe open, rudely barging in without a warning. He saw that Gabrielle was standing in front of mirror, looking at him with wide eyes.

The dress fitted her perfectly. It outlined the shape of her breasts and waist elegantly. Her exposed shoulders and slender legs caught his eye. He felt he was enticed by her, but he tried to suppress the feeling. He could not be attracted to Gabrielle.

“You didn’t have to come in here. I’m ready,” Gabrielle said in a small voice, looking at him reluctantly. She didn’t realize she was folding her hands across her chest as if she was naked.

“Didn’t I say I would only give you five minutes? Well, time’s up!”

Westley said cockily.

Gabrielle opened her mouth to say something but suddenly saw what Westley was holding in his hands. He had brought her a necklace and a pair of silver stilettos.

“Westley, I can’t wear this necklace.” The necklace was studded with diamonds. By merely looking at it, she could tell it was extremely expensive. After all, she had graduated majoring in jewelry design. She could tell the authenticity of a piece just by sight.

“I am lending it to you. Keep it safe. If you lose it, you will have to compensate for it. It costs more than a million dollars,”

Westley said matter-of-factly.

The price of the piece had caught her

a necklace worth a few thousand dollars, but this was too

dignified and respected. Just put it on. It’s not a choice,” Westley said with a sigh. Gabrielle stared at him with her lips

him of Bryce, the arrogant man who had dared to take Nellie away from him. Little did Bryce know that he was only courting his death

by his cold gaze, she quickly snatched the necklace from his hands. Breathing quickly, she tried to buckle it up but her

more impatient. Seeing how clumsy she was,

grabbed the hook of the necklace and leaned toward her neck. Gabrielle was even more nervous to be standing so

hair

ordered Westley.

it’s okay. I’ll do

like to repeat myself. Do

her hair obediently. She looked up at the mirror and noticed how pale she looked. Gently, she dared to look at the reflection of the man behind her. He had a serious expression on his chiseled face and was very focused on the job at

his breath on the back of her lean

his rage, Westley noticed how slender and

now and then. They felt rough, exactly how they felt against

soon turned to

helping you wear a necklace, and your face has turned red! Jesus! You are pathetic,” said Westley suddenly,

you can at least put the shoes on yourself. I don’t have

glanced at her

wear the shoes, he observed the only thing about Gabrielle worth any merit

isn’t my size. I’m wearing size 6.5. The size of this pair of shoes is 6.”

had assumed the shoes would too. But sadly, she had to engage a little more with Westley. She couldn’t

a pair of ordinary shoes or sneakers, half a size smaller wouldn’t have been a problem. But high-heeled shoes were designed too specifically. It would

a haute couture dress with your ugly roadside sneakers? Or do you want me to buy a new pair of shoes for

lower lip and shook her head slightly, eyes distant

have to reach the Morris’ Mansion by seven o’clock. It’s already half past

“No, not at all!”

should see you downstairs in five minutes. And you know I mean five when