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?

who were direct and

granted. You never appreciate anything like that at all!” Cherie kept

no idea what she did wrong, what Cherie thought she did to

to accuse someone of doing something when that person had no idea what it was. If Gabrielle had done anything to offend Cherie, she should have just said it

her. She always seized every opportunity to bring Gabrielle down and make trouble

and now, it was the lighter. What was wrong with Cherie? Was it because she was used to hating Gabrielle no matter where

you pronounce someone guilty. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making up these stories?” Gabrielle couldn’t rein in her frustration anymore. She hated it when

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

something clicked

her and Cherie usually stemmed from anything and everything related to

has always been nice to me. He’s been concerned for my welfare since I

him and tell him to stop being so good to me instead of constantly making trouble

didn’t want to buy the lighter here anymore, so she decided

for Westley, so she wanted to pick something that was personal and reflected her sincerity. If ever she didn’t find anything

she would find something to

smug!” Cherie clenched her fist and widened her eyes at Gabrielle.

take

was not smug. She always kept a low profile, and she was conscious of her

Lance’s love and affection, she kept on finding fault with others. Instead of reflecting

of Gabrielle, there would be another woman by Lance’s side. Cherie

never be Lance’s girlfriend. She could wear the fanciest clothes and most expensive jewels, and

this conversation was going nowhere. Cherie, who was looking at Gabrielle’s retreating back, smoldered