Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Admit Her As His Wife

Alvin nervously rubbed his nose and walked into the room. He stared at Westley’s uneasy and senous face. Then, he darted his eyes on Gabrielle.

The scene he had walked into was completely different from what he had imagined

It made him a little embarrassed Sitting on the bed was Gabrielle, and Westley was standing in gont of her. He was hunched forward lightly, allowing her to fix his tie. İH Alvin’s eyes they seemed happy and comfortable around each other. Alvin did not know what the hell he was thinking He was so wrong

Westley was a man of incredible self control. Impulses had no power over him. He krew what and what not to do in different situations.

“I apologize for coming in without

knocking, Mr. Morris, Alein muttered

“So you should Do I need to stick you into anothet asetant trang semin? Westley responded coldly. He did not even turn around to look at Alvin.

No need. Mr. Monis, but if ii please you, I will review the assistant rules mysell.” Alvin replied seriously.

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Looking at the tie, Alvin understood what was going on. Yesterday. Gabrigle texted him and asked him about the brand of tie Westley liked. Now she was helping him wear that tie, but idboked familiar.

The last time Wedley asked Alvin to get him a tie, Alvin bught him the same as the one that cabrielle was fixing on him nght now. But Westley did not like that te and did not wear it then. Alvin guessed that

maybe Gabrielle did not know that Westley already had that tie wrid did not like it

Now, seeing Westley seem to enjoy the sad tie, Alvin felt that maybe Gabrielle Wat the reason for it Westley liked the

tie because Gabrielle got it for him.

His wife got him this tie! .

Alvin could not help thinking that underneath their civil treatment for each other and despite their nominal marriage, Westley and Gabrielle were actually and truly in love, and they just had not realized it yet.

“All right. You’re all set.” Gabrielle smoothed Westley’s shirt and looked at the tie carefully

“It’s pretty. It brings out your eyes. What do you think, Alvin? Isn’t it beautiful?” Gabrielle asked, turning to look at Alvin.

Alvin looked at the expertly knotted tie and dipped his chin. “It is, Miss Jones. You’ve done a splendid job, and you’ve chosen well on the tie. Maybe you should choose ties for Mr. Morris next time.”

Alvin meant his statement with the sincerest of intentions.

“Me?” Gabrielle was stunned for a moment. She had never imagined herself picking out ties for Westley. It seemed like a big responsibility.

“Alvin, that’s your job. Don’t pass it on to Gabrielle.” Although Westley would love Gabrielle to choose his ties for him, he was worried that it would cause her trouble and she would refuse, so he spoke outright.

Alvin immediately understood what Westley meant and quickly corrected himself. “I’m only kidding, Miss Jones. I can’t bother you. Mr. Morris’s right. It is my job, and I must do it.”

Gabrielle just smiled and nodded. “No worries, Alvin. Now, if you have something important to tell Westley, I’ll give you two some privacy. I have to go to the bathroom anyway. You guys talk.”

“Let me carry you there.” It was a genuine offer, but at the same time, Westley found it a perfect excuse to hold Gabrielle

“Westley, I just hurt my back, not my legs. I can walk to the bathroom on my own. Besides, your hand is still injured. I can’t let you carry me. I don’t want you ripping your wound open.” After saying that, Gabrielle put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.

“Be careful. Shout if you need me,

Westley reminded her.

His wound was not as serious as Gabrielle thought it was. In fact, he could CAITY her around the house for ten minutes long and not bleed. He was not as fragile as she made him out to be.

“Okay.” Gabrielle answered and shut the bathroom door “What’s the matter?” Westley asked Alvin as soon as Gabrielle disappeared.

Westley’s cold stare and pointed tone made Alvin’s heart leap to his throat. Alvin took a steadying breath.

The Garcia family’s taken care of, Mr. Mornis. Emily was lucky that we just expelled her from the university last time. It was unspeakable how she dared hurt Miss Jones this time.”

“Mrs. Morris,” Westley interrupted him.

“I’m sorry?” Alvin was so stunned when Westley suddenly corrected him that it took some time for him to process what he just said

Soon, he realized that his boss just told him to address Gabrielle officially as the

Mrs. Monis.

“Very well. Mrs. Morris it is. Yes, Emily hurt Mrs. Morris gravely this time. We can’t give her any more chances.” Deep inside, Alvin was elated for Gabrielle.

Finally. Westley was acknowledging her as his wife, but did it mean that their fake marriage also blossomed into something real?

Alvin could not help smiling to himself. He felt like he was witnessing a fairy tale come to life.

From now on, Westley would have nothing to do with the Collins family. It would most definitely work for Alvin because he really did not like the Collins family anyway

“She has courted death long enough. Maybe it’s time we fulfill her wish. Dig up Emily’s past. Find her skeletons in the closet, drag them out, and let the Internet feast on them. Got it?” Westley glanced at him.

Of course Alvin knew what to do.

“Consider it done, Mr. Morris.”

“And get rid of the tie you brought me last time. Now.” Westley did not say which tie it was, but Alvin understood which one he was talking about. It was the same as the one that Gabrielle just put on him.

“Of course. I’ll go back to the Vineyard Villa later, Alvin quickly agreed.

“Does this tie look good?” Although Westley had not checked himself in a mirror, he was confident.

“It really does, Mr. Morris, Alvin answered fervently. Westley was one handsome fellow, and he was in good shape. He looked good in everything.

Maybe he just did not like the color of the tie last time because of his mood, or maybe he just did not realize how well it suited him until Gabrielle knotted it. around his neck.

Either way, Alvin had no complaints. He just wanted his boss to be happy.

A few moments later, the bathroom door swung open. Gabrielle stepped out and saw a weird smile on Westley’s face. She knitted her brows at him. “I’ll take my leave, Mrs. Morris. Get plenty of rest. I hope you feel better soon.” After saying that, Alvin quickly turned on his heel and left.

Gabrielle made her way back to the bed and sat down. She wondered if she was just imagining the fact that Alvin just addressed her as Mrs. Morris.

“Westley, what did Alvin call me just now?” Gabrielle cocked her head to the side and eyed Westley carefully. 9

“What?” Westley pretended that he did not know what she meant.

“I think he called me… You know what, forget it.” Gabrielle averted her gaze as she felt her cheeks grow hot. Westley had instructed his staff to call her Miss Jones. He did not want his people to recognize her as his wife. Perhaps Alvin just blurted out the address by mistake.

“I’ve slept the entire night and even the whole day. Did you stay here in all that time?” Gabrielle changed the subject.

“You’re thinking too much. I just came in this morning.” Westley did not want to admit that he came as soon as he got the call from Mia yesterday. 7

He stayed up the entire time that Gabrielle was asleep and waited for her eyelids to flutter open. He was deathly afraid that she was descending into a coma or something because she was badly hurt.

“How’s Mia by the way? Have you heard from her?” Gabrielle clearly remembered that Emily also hurt Mia in the arm.

“Her am was beaten up, but she didn’t need to be hospitalized. She went home last night,” Westley replied. “Did she tell you to come here?” Gabrielle was relieved to hear that Mia was okay.

“You should lie down and rest some more. Lie on your stomach or your side. Don‘t squish the wound on your back, or it won‘t heal.” Westley nimbly dodged her question. He did not want her to pay too much attention to trivial things.