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….”

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

to stay out of Mr. Morris’ personal affairs. Just pretend you haven’t seen anything. He has a deep sense of propriety, you know.” Alvin leaned back against the driver

shop. If he didn’t rinse this machine any time soon, he just might find

truly was a troublemaker.

at Miss Jones because she

about it, the nearest 4S shop might be close now; it was the middle of the night after all. He sighed. He probably had to drive this stinky car back and give it a preliminary wash before bringing

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

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

 was why

the moment he

man

achingly

she

silent and unmoving. After a few beats, he began

was what alarmed

found herself wondering if Westley was about to do the same thing

the drug’s influence. That was different, though; Westley had needed her at the time. But now he was sober. Surely he wouldn’t

short of men, Gabrielle?” he asked

get rid of the

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 bed, trying to put

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

If you didn’t lack men in your life, you wouldn’t be looking for them everywhere you go.” Westley bit out the words, glaring at her as he spoke. He made sure his message came across, hoping to elicit some

relationship. nothing more.” Gabrielle had been trying to explain her connection with Lance since a while

only know that you are short of iten!” Westley’s eyes were burning with an ominous fury. It was evident that no amount of explaining was going to get through to him. In fact, he wanted nothing more at the moment than to teach her