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.

as

was all in

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 persuade

she accepted that Westley wouldn’t

up for the fact

she was too

little longer. Just past eight o’clock is still early. Maybe Westley has just finished work and is

to say. As far as she knew, Westley would

wanted to eat dinner at home, he would’ve

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

made Sophie

“Gabrielle, how about…”

come back at ten o’clock, I’ll eat and go to sleep, okay?” Gabrielle bore the

her. “Well, okay, I’ll go back to my room

the smile disappeared off her face. She took

number and her thumb hovered it. She didn’t have the courage to call him, and she was afraid that it would only make him hate her more if she urged

decided to wait it out till ten o’clock. If he wasn’t back by then, this was the last time she would attempt to cook for him. Not only had she cooked this meal at the cost of her flesh

had proved that all this, including her, had been

arrived at the club at half-past nine. Westley stood up, ready

Are you going already?” Jonas poured wine for all of them. He thought it strange, that Westley was leaving while his coat still lay on the back

wouldn’t leave

own

to leave if

We would never stop drinking before we were drunk, and you’ve

his sister dearly-the same sister

distant man. He felt his brotherly duties overcome him. He couldn’t hurt Westley physically, but there was nothing