Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 246 She Is Not His Type

With everyone gazing and staring at the two of them, Lance casually strolled up to Gabrielle in his suave manner, bent down and reached his hand out to Gabrielle. He was charming everyone with his gentlemanly manners. “Gabrielle, may I invite you to dance with me?”

Gabrielle, halfway through peelin her orange, grew startled by the Budden

gesture.

She hadn’t expected Lace to come to her and invite her dilectly. He should have just danced wib Mindy and no one would have had anything to say about it.

But there would be a skirmish if Lance danced with Gabrielle. Most of the guests knew that she was an adopted daughter of the Jones family and so she wasn’t related to Lance by blood.

Instead of choosing from many of his real cousins from the Carter family. Lance chose Gabrielle, who wasn’t even his real cousin. People would definitely

overthink and talk about this.

Gabrielle already heard some people whispering around her. Although their voices weren’t loud, Gabrielle knew they weren’t saying anything nice.

“Lance, I’m not a good dancer, and I’m not keen on dancing in front of so many people, either.” Gabrielle lowered her voice and looked at Lance as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

“I know you’re not a good dancer Gabrielle, but it doesn’t matter. I cap end, and you just follow my moves. N’s.just a formality. It’s not a big deal.” Darice was insistent – he was determined to dance with Gabrielle today.

Gabrielle could feel the countless pairs of eyes staring at her and one was more prominent than the others – Cherie’s. Cherie was so angry, she could kill Gabrielle right there.

“How many enemies is Lance creating for me?!’ Gabrielle thought regretfully.

“But Lance…”

Lance usually treat you well?” Miley asked Gabrielle, thoughtfully interrupting

nodded her head in response. “Yes, Grandma, Lance has been nice to me ever

innocent relationship Lance and Gabrielle shared, so

dance with him,” Miley said kindly Gabrielle was now confused, What was Miley trying to do by getting her to dance with Lance? She had iso heard the hushed gossip around mem – surely she knew what thinking! “But Grandma’m not good at dancing,”

you can do it. Lance

turned and

shrewd Miley was! She

looked at Gabrielle with more than just a familial gaze; his eyes were soft with tenderness and love. Gabrielle had been so

laugh at Gabrielle,” Lance said

do Lance a favor.

words. She put down the Gif-peeled orange on the table

Gabriell: aid to Miley, her voice

worry about the time! I don’t

at how enthusiastically Miley insisted on Gabrielle dancing with Lance. Was she being genuine, or did she have other

“Okay, here we go.”

of caring about what Miley was really thinking “Mrs. Morris, Gabrielle and I are going to dance,” Lance said,

to dance slowly,

steps, as she had ever been a fan of dancing

o nervous. Just follow me. You can dance very well. Trust

sorry Lance. It seems that I only cause you trouble,

that there were many people who were waiting to see Gabrielle make a fool of herself. They secretly hoped something bad or funny

nor a queen. All she was,

wrong with your dress? If I remember correctly. weren’t you wearing a long dress?”

walong enough to touch the