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 Westley. She was clearly in a

venom directed at him. He wasn’t

so much. You are drunk.” Lance tried to grab her glass from

“Westley is so mean, Gabrielle continued. “He never allows me do anything. He treats

know he doesn’t like me and I feel the same way too. Who would even want to marry him?

Upon raising her hand to take another swig

appearance at such an odd hour mnade her

It was just horrible.

turned away from him. The

Why… you look like

Gabrielle asked with concern.

giving too much away. To her, he looked like a ghost. No, even worse than that,

was too drunk to

not only a ghost. He is also the king

cold voice called

before Gabrielle could answer.

Sloane, the king of ghosts,” she

warning, someone snatched Gabrielle’s glass from

 caused Gabrielle to sober up rather quickly. With a feeling of dread, she stood up and stared at

had thought you would rest in bed,

words atung