Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 114 A Married Man

Knowing a good friend intimately had its cons. Both friends are easily able to sense what the other is thinking or feeling in a minute.

Remy was right-which irritated Westley. He was worried that he had been absent while Gabrielle had

cut her hand.

But he would never admit it. He ensured himself that it was none of his business if Gabrielle had cut her hand. If anything, she deserved it.&

Westley still failed to understand why she had been pretending to cook when she didn’t even know how to, in the first place. Was she trying to apologize to him, or poison him?

“Remy, please don’t provoke Westley. He’s going to feel worse than he already is, somehow. If it goes on like this, would you still want to eat?” Jonas tried to persuade him.

Remy smiled. “Let him be.”

Westley refused to admit that something was on his mind. He was angry, sure, but he was unwilling to admit it. That was Westley.

“You cannot compare a married man’s problems with an unmarried man’s. They’re obviously very different. Anyway. Westley seems to be way more preoccupied with troubles after he got married,” Alexis analyzed seriously.

“Do you still want your club?” Westley gave Alexis a cold glance.

Alexis stopped immediately.

After dinner, they went upstairs to drink in the private room, which evidently belonged to Alexis.

Back at the villa, Sophie came into the kitchen from time to time to supervise Gabrielle while she continued to cook. At last, Gabrielle had completed the arduous task by herself. However, she had been waiting for Westley from six o’clock, and it was nearing eight o’clock now. He was still not back yet, and Gabrielle couldn’t even reach him.

Sophie also grew anxious, but she didn’t dare call Westley. He had been so cold on the phone before, and then he hadn’t even bothered to reply after she had sent the message about Gabrielle’s injury. It looked like that he wasn’t going to make it to Half Moon Bay tonight.

of sympathy towards Gabrielle as she looked at the gauze

was

don’t think Mr. Morris will be back from work anytime soon. Why don’t you have dinner? It’s already past eight o’clock.” Sophie went to the dining room to

at the cold dishes on the table. She began to feel foul as she accepted that Westley wouldn’t come tonight and he wouldn’t

make up for the fact that Lance fought against the bodyguards? It was more complicated than

was too naive and

just finished work and is on his way back.” Gabrielle smiled at Sophie, but there was

what to say. As far as she knew, Westley would arrive ahead of

eat dinner at home, he would’ve come back

he come back early, nor did he make any phone calls. Obviously, he hadn’t attached any importance

made Sophie

“Gabrielle, how about…”

he doesn’t come back at ten o’clock, I’ll eat

no choice but to listen to her. “Well, okay, I’ll go

as Sophie left, Gabrielle dropped all pretenses and the smile disappeared off her face. She took a deep breath, took out her phone and obsessively checked

number and her thumb hovered it. She didn’t have the courage to call him, and she was afraid

was the last time she would attempt to cook for him. Not only had she cooked this meal at the cost of her flesh and blood, but it was worse that he wasn’t even present to

had proved that all this, including her, had been nothing but a joke in Westley’s

club at half-past nine. Westley stood up,

poured wine for all of them. He thought it strange, that Westley was leaving while his coat still lay on the back of the

wouldn’t leave

been private about his own affairs, and tried to put on an indifferent air

he had to leave if he had something else to

you’ve only drunk a little bit. Are you afraid that you won’t

his sister dearly-the same sister who

felt his brotherly duties overcome him. He couldn’t hurt Westley physically, but there was