Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 42 Beg Him

Gabrielle’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, but her every word tang clear in Westley’s ears.

Silly girl. Here she was lying in his arms with her eyes closed, yet she was thinking of another matnl. She even called out his name.

How could she miss Bryce then, when he was out having fun with Nellie?

Westley gritted his teeth and stifled the urge to throw her into the pond or the flower beds in front of the villa. Gingerly, he carried her inside.

“You’re back, Mr. Morris,” Neil remarked when he saw him. “What’s wrong with Miss Jones?” Of course, the butler would be surprised to see himni come back so early, and with Gabrielle in his arms to boot. More to the point, Neil was wondering why they hadn’t even bothered to take a car.

Westley walked past the other man and strode over to the staircase.

“No one is allowed to come upstairs without my permission,” he ordered in his usual cold manner before disappearing into the second floor landing,

Neil gaped after him, stunned. What on earth

could have possibly happened? Westley lacked furious, and he thought he had smelled alcohol waiting from the lady when they passed him. It was quite a worrying situation, so he hurriedly called Alvin.

“Tell me, Alvin, why has Mr. Morris returned with Miss Jones in his arms? Didn’t you drive them back home?”

“Well, Miss Jones threw up in the car just before we reached the gates of Vineyard Villa. The car is sullied, believe me, and Mr. Morris is mad about it. I’m going to have it washed to get rid of the stench.”

Even as he spoke, Alvin was opening all the windows and the overhead hatch of said vehicle. The foul odor was still there, and it was starting to disgust him.

“Is that really all? I mean, I can tell that Mr. Morris is indeed furious….”

given the man’s temperament. The way he had looked earlier, it was as if he

anything. He has a deep sense of propriety, you know.”

drive the car into the nearby moat before getting it to an automobile service shop. If he didn’t rinse this machine any time soon, he

was a

absolutely sure that Mr. Morris is only angry at Miss Jones because she puked in

thought about it, the nearest 4S shop might be close now; it was the middle of

relieved at that. “It might appease Westley to some degree,

for Westley’s rage. It was never about the car. It was because she was blatantly yearning

 why Westley practically

on the wed the moment he walked

saw the man looming over her from the side of the bed. He was glaring daggers at hercausing her to instinctively

scene was achingly familiar

doing?” she asked in a horrified

unmoving. After a

were slow, almost calculated even. And that was what alarmed Gabrielle the

thoughts went back to what had happened at noon, and she found herself wondering if

having sex earlier, all while under the drug’s influence. That was different, though; Westley

short of men, Gabrielle?” he

of his shirt and had proceeded to get rid of the rest

trembling voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t understand what you mean.” Why was. he asking her such a vulgar thing? She didn’t want this kind of issue tailing her, regardless of their truth or lack thereof. She scooted Over on the

was up to, Westley had grabbed her by the leg and was dragging her

like you have no idea what I’m talking about. If you didn’t lack men in your life, you wouldn’t be looking for them everywhere you go.” Westley bit

nothing more.” Gabrielle had been trying to explain her connection with Lance since a while back. She didn’t want any unnecessary slander from Westley, of

was going to get through to him. In fact, he wanted nothing more at the moment than to teach her