Lock You In My Heart

Cherie stood there, staring at Gabrielle sullenly. “Gabrielle, it is you who always bear a grudge against me, not the other way around,” Cherie said.

“Cherie, you always want to buy whatever I fancy. It’s like you gravitate towards anything I like. Who among us do you think is the one bearing a grudge? If I say I want everything in this shop, will you purchase them all?” Gabrielle asked Cherie calmly. Cherie was acting like a victim all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong with that? I can afford them, so I can buy these things if I want, and you don’t have any say in it. If you can afford them too, then I’m not stopping you from buying as well. If you can buy everything here, then you go ahead,” Cherie arrogantly said with a shrug. She was openly challenging Gabrielle.

Gabrielle sighed. ‘Didn’t Cherie do it on purpose? It has happened too many times to think of it as a coincidence. Does she hate me that much?’

Gabrielle scoffed. She couldn’t help but admire Cherie when she said she would buy all the lighters of this shop.

It didn’t matter how much they would cost. Cherie could buy whatever struck her fancy. The thing was, what did she buy all those lighters for?

A lighter here wasn’t a necessity. If she bought all of them, she couldn’t even use them all up. What was Cherie thinking? She might be insane.

Gabrielle wouldn’t go that far. She refused to compete with Cherie like this.

“Cherie, I’m not in the mood to play such boring games with you. Since you want to buy them, then go and buy them all. I’ll go to another shop to buy one, or do you plan to buy all the lighters in the city today?” Gabrielle raised her eyebrows and looked at Cherie, wondering if she was going to make things difficult for her today. It wasn’t beyond Cherie to do something so petty.

Cherie was initially stunned when she heard what Gabrielle said. Suddenly, something flared in her eyes—a flash of ruthlessness—that surprised Gabrielle and took her aback.

“Gabrielle, what the hell do you want from me?” Cherie asked Gabrielle first. Her tone became increasingly cold and vicious. She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed Gabrielle up and down.

The question baffled Gabrielle. She tilted her head to the side and looked at Cherie in confusion.

“Cherie, what do you mean? Can you make it clearer? What do I want? What can I do to you? Really?” Gabrielle didn’t know what to make of it. Was Cherie being deliberately cryptic? What was this?

preferred those who were direct and straightforward. Cherie was playing the victim

acting innocent and then taking others’ kindness for granted. You never appreciate anything like that at all!” Cherie kept

idea what she did wrong, what Cherie thought she did to warrant such accusation. Somehow, it

be a reason why people treated others like this. It was too unjust to accuse someone of doing something when that person had no idea what it was. If Gabrielle had done anything

Cherie was always against her. She always seized every opportunity to bring Gabrielle down and make trouble for her. Cherie was also impressively good at exaggerating things and blowing them

the lighter. What was wrong

you making up these stories?” Gabrielle couldn’t rein in her frustration anymore. She hated it when people went above and beyond to make trouble

so good to you. Why are you taking it for granted? You selfishly enjoy his kindness, but you never think of giving back to him!” Cherie was red in

something clicked in

her and Cherie usually stemmed from anything

me. He’s been concerned for my welfare since I was a

him to stop being so good to me instead of constantly making trouble for me whenever

lighter here anymore, so she

personal and reflected her sincerity. If ever she didn’t find anything that satisfied her, she

knew she would find something to her

Cherie clenched her fist and widened her eyes at Gabrielle. Her fury was now

was shocked at Cherie’s open hostility. Even so, she didn’t take the bait. She simply

was not smug. She always kept a low profile, and she was conscious of her actions—that she wouldn’t

affection, she kept on finding

woman by Lance’s side.

could wear the fanciest clothes and most expensive jewels, and Lance still

Cherie. She realized this conversation was going nowhere. Cherie, who