Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 329 Your Daddy Westley

Gabrielle couldn’t put into words what she felt at the moment. She was shocked at Westley’s suggestion. After all, their marriage was fake at the beginning. It was Westley who emphasized the importance of hiding the truth from the public. Gabrielle understood, and she was ready to accept that they would never disclose their relationship.

Besides, she was ready for Nellie to come back and take her place as Westley’s wife. Gabrielle was fine with staying on the sidelines.

That was why she was stunned when Westley suggested making their relationship public. There would be consequences — she was sure of it.

“Is it so hard to believe what I just said? Or do you think I’m the type who jokes at something this big?” Westley’s gaze hardened. It was clear he wasn’t taking this lightly.

Gabrielle didn’t know what to say, so she continued looking at him without saying a word. But as the silence stretched on, she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “I didn’t mean that. You misunderstood mne.”

“If that’s not what you meant, then what?” Westley persisted unwilling to stop until he got his answer. “Westley, you’re the one who emphasized at the beginning that our relationship couldn’t be made public. You also told me you wanted to wait for Nellie to come back so she could replace me. Now, you’re suddenly telling me you’re willing to go public. I can’t help but be surprised at this sudden turn of events. Why are you doing this?” Gabrielle’s face was full of confusion. She was already overthinking, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like Westley to backtrack without a solid reason.

Westley wasn’t the kind of person who did things on a whim. There was always purpose and motivation behind everything he said and did. Naturally. she wanted to know why he changed his mind all of a sudden. He must have his reason. She didn’t believe it was just on

an impulse.

“Then, can you guess why I did it?” Westley said as he finished his lukewarm coffee. He waited for her to speak her mind.

He wanted to know what kind of person he was in Gabrielle’s eyes. He was eager to find out what she thought of himnl — if she only saw him as a capitalist who did things because he profited from it.

Gabrielle fidgeted with the hem of her dress and looked at him awkwardly. How could she even guess? There was no way for her to know what he was thinking,

The Westley she knew wasn’t transparent. She could spend an entire day guessing, and she might not even get close to the truth.

“I don’t know. I just think it will be better for us to keep our relationship secret.” Gabrielle said.

She didn’t want to play his guessing game, but she didn’t want to stay silent either.

If they didn’t reveal their relationship, she could still keep a low profile after

found out about

you really think 507 Westley na

forehead, and he ran his

yes. That’s what I think.” Gabrielle

you to work” Westley breathed deeply and decided to stop arguing

was true. It was him who repeatedly highlighted

kept al. low profile and didn’t speak about the two of them. Westley used to like that about her, but now, he started to regret it. He wanted everyone to

the one who was conflicted, the one who had a problem with

Gabrielle to question him. He wasn’t being fair and consistent. “Well, thank you.” Gabrielle gave him a small smile and went back

more. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Blackboo woke up and barked at Westley. calling his master. The adorable dog jumped up and wagged his

like Westley’s little tail and shadow. Wherever he went

down. I’m going to work,” Westley turned to the dog and

follow him, stopped barking and wagging his tail. He was so scared

Have breakfast with me, your sister, instead.”

was obvious to

Gabrielle’s Voice Blackboo’s ears perked up and he ran

by her feet and lay down. His body relaxed, and he leaned into her leg He looked up at her and barked

a reason. He found a sense of security whenever he was

I’ll finish my breakfast quickly. I have to go to work after eating and playing with you. I need to make money

understand what she meant. He continued to lie at her feet

Westley came down wearing his usual three-piece suit. He looked every inch a successful businessman. He exuded power, but more than

made

flight stewardess costumes were so

and a crisp white shirt. That would be enough to tempt anyone

him wearing a doctor’s clothes – complete with a white coat and stethoscope. He would undoubtedly look ten times

are you going to work?” Gabrielle

the company by myself. Someone will drive you to work later. Don’t drive yourself.” Westley didn’t trust in Gabrielle’s driving skills,