Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 40 They Are The Real Couple

A black Cayenne passed by and stopped. Sitting in the back seat, Westley frowned as he looked at Gabrielle, who was sitting in a stall across the road, drinking a glass of beer. She was draped across the man sitting next to her and from the looks of it, she seemed drunk

She must have drunk too little during the day for her to go drinking at the stall in the middle of the night. And to think he had been worried that she was fed up with the way he had treated her carlier in the day. The woman he was seeing here looked happy and not tired as he had feared.

Westley recognized the man whose arms were around Gabrielle’s shoulder. It was Lance from the Carter: Lance had been hostile to him during their stay in the Jones’ house and now he understood why.

It was quite obvious that Lance had feelings for Gabrielle.

“Mr. Morris, is that… Miss Jones?” Alvin said to Westley in disbelief, his gaze still trained on the spectacle in the stall. He didn’t even dare to turn around and look at the man he was asking And he had his reasons. As soon

15 Westley had told him to stop the car, Alvin had clearly felt the temperature in the car drop, chilling him to his marrow.

of course, Westley had told Alvin to stop the car because he had recognized Gabrielle.

He was certainly displeased to see Gabrielle being held intimately by another man, irrespective of the fact that she was obviously drunk.

“Mr. Morris, do you want me to go and…?”

Before Alvin could even finish, Westley had already opened the door of the car and was heading towards the stall, determination clearly written all over his body.

“Well, I want more drink. I am not drunk yet. Westley is a devil, a bastard…”

head on Lance’s shoulder, Gabrielle alternated between drinking and cursing

who by then was almost close to them, clearly heard all the venom directed at him. He wasn’t surprised to discover that

shouldn’t drink so much. You are drunk.” Lance tried

drink.” came the reply “Westley is so mean, Gabrielle continued. “He never allows me do anything. He treats

way too. Who would even want to marry

sitting opposite Gabrielle, furiously whispered. She had also been drinking and was now tipsy. Upon raising her hand to take another swig from her glass, she had glimpsed Westley walking towards them. She had been so

an odd hour

It was just horrible.

because their backs were turned away from him. The only signal that something was

wrong? Why… you look like you have

Gabrielle asked with concern.

 that Westley was standing behind her without giving too much away. To her, he looked like a ghost. No, even worse than that, he

Sloane was too drunk to speak

a ghost… Well, he’s not only

Gabrielle,” Westley’s cold

before Gabrielle could answer.

Sloane, the king of ghosts,” she replied without

glass from her hand and smashed it

feeling of dread,

you would rest in

atung Lance’s