Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Don‘t Mention This Man

The Garcia family was not as smart as the Johnson family. When their daughter started a ruckus, not only did they cover for her, but they also made trouble for Westley, which could only speed up their downfall. They had it coming. Existing in the city was not a viable choice for them.

It did not take much for Westley to fulfill their death wish. Their family business went bankrupt and closed down all in one night.

No one living in Antawood would be able to make it out alive once they got on Westley’s bad side. People often made him out to be callous and brutal. He was coined “the King of Hell in Antawood” for a reason.

“Are you going to stay with me tonight?” Gabrielle stole a look at the “King of Hell in Antawood”. Apathy was the only thing one could see in his seemingly undisturbed face and chilling eyes.

Cher 293 Don’t Mention THS “Would you assume that I only ever come see you at night if I don’t?” There was a shadow of a smile on his face albeit his eyes still looked placid.

Gabrielle glanced at her phone, missing the look on his face.

Jax sent her a message. His text was straightforward. He caught wind of the incident with Emily and asked if he could come to the hospital to check on her.

Her reply was consisted of two short words, “no need”.

She turned to gaze at Westley. It looked as if this man really wanted to stay the night.

“You don‘t have to sleep here if you don’t want to. I’m going to be fine by myself. Sophie told me that you were by my side until dawn.

Your hand still hasn’t recovered. Staying the night will drain you even more.” Gabrielle clearly did not want Westley to stay at the hospital. His hand was injured and so was her back. If they both exhausted their efforts taking care of each other, they would never get better.

“This is a hospital. God forbid something happens to my hand, this would be the most convenient place to be. I would be able to get treatment right away.” Westley said with no trace of eagerness.

Gabrielle could not find the right words

“Alright, but you should go to bed early tonight,” she said dejectedly.

Her living conditions were not exactly ideal. The suite she was in only had a small room. There was barely enough space on the bed for a man as tall as Westley but it would still beat sleeping on the sofa.

Westley was delighted by Gabrielle’s concern.

Come morning, Mia came to the hospital with Micheal’s blessing. She bought Gabrielle a sumptuous breakfast on the way.

With full knowledge that Westley was in the hospital too, she took initiative and got him a meal as well.

“Gabrielle, I’m here! It’s so nice to see you!” Mia, with bags of food on hand,

was practically chirping on her way to the suite. It did not surprise her to see Gabrielle sitting on the bed. Westley was just coming out of the toilet when she anived

“Good morning! Should I have come in at a later time? It seems like I caught you in the iniddle of something.” She was evidently apologetic but there was no trace of guilt on her face.

Westley staying the night with Gabrielle was something Mia had expected.

“I must have interrupted them. I think I got here way too early. Oh well!’

“Miss Robinson, what brought you here so early?” asked Westley monotonously. Obviously, her premature arrival did not amuse him.

He crossed the distance between him and the sofa, put his jacket on and Straightened his tie all in one swift movement.

Mia coincidentally caught a glimpse of his tie.

“Is that Gabrielle’s present?

She fished for an answer. Mia wasn’t exactly sure what tie Gabrielle had picked for Westley yesterday.

“Yes.” Westley said flatly.

It shocked Mia to know that she was right.

“Looking dapper this morning, Mr. Morris.”

She commended Westley with a naughty expression spread across her face.

“Thank you.” Westley thanked her with utmost chivalry.

“You must cherish it. Gabrielle literally put everything on the line to retrieve it. That was the last thing she spoke about before she fainted.” 4

Mia opted to tell him how gallant it was of Gabrielle for that to be the last thing on her mind during one of the most dangerous moments of her life. There was nothing like it.

to know

Obviously, Mia wanted him about it.

Westley immediately turned to glance at Gabrielle and looked at her in wonder.

Having heard of what Mia said, Gabrielle was drowning in shame. The fact that Westley got wind of that right in front of her was enough to immerse her in a lifetimne’s worth of embarrassment,

She wanted to bury herself right then and there. “Shut up! She’s talking nonsense, Westley. Don’t listen to her. Mia is taking things out of proportion,” Calm and composed, Gabrielle threw Mia a look,

‘If anyone is to be the weakest link of the team, it would definitely be Mia.”

Westley looked at Gabrielle without a trace of emotion. “Really? I will definitely look after this tie.”

It was news to him how much Gabrielle cared for the tie. Having been informed about this fascinating instance, he felt a more intense affection towards her present. He already liked it before, now he liked it even more.

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“You really should. You exceptionally debonair with it on!”

Gabrielle cheered Westley on.

“I am never not handsome.” His marcissism kicked in when he said that all too proudly.

“You’re right. You always look nice.” Gabrielle looked at him with a helpless look in her eyes Mia gave him a shitload of compliments and all she got was a mere polite “thank you”. When Gabrielle did the same thing, she was treated differently, to be specific, more sincerely.

‘Special treatment? How unfair!”

“Geez, do you have to be this affectionate so early in the morning? This amount of love in the air has Spoiled my appetite. I don’t think I need breakfast anymore.” Mia felt as if they were showing off. 3

Westley was oftentimes apathetic and detached. His change in character and showcase of emotions would be a blockbuster if it were on the news.

She could not help but wonder if there would ever come a time when Micheal would do the same.

“Stay in the hospital, Gabrielle. There are

guards by the door. If you need anything. tell them, Or you could call me if you’d like,” Westley said as if he was about to

leave. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“I know. I’m not a child, I can handle things myself.” A pout escaped Gabrielle’s lips as she said that.

“Mr. Morris, don’t let the breakfast I bought for you go to waste. Have some of it before you leave.” Mia was still a little guilty that she arrived too early. She felt bad that she might be the reason why Westley had to leave.

“No, thank you. I have an urgent matter to attend to at the company. Gabrielle will take my share.” He left immediately after he said that

“Damn, Westley is so stiff. It is true what they say about him. Is he always this cold to you?” Fear and envy was evident in Mia’s voice.

But still, she couldn’t stand being with a man like Westley. He was so cold, people around him wouldn’t need air conditioning in the summer.

“That’s just how he is. He is cold to everyone. It’s not news to me.” The

Cher 292 Don’t Mention. This Man comers of Gabrielle’s mouth twitched,

It would be so frightening if there would come a time when Westley would go all. soft and gooey. “Why does it feel like you’ve been married for a decade?”

Mia clucked her tongue.

“What are you saying?”

A shy look escaped Gabrielle.

“How are you feeling? Is your back okay? Go eat something. I bought you a healthy breakfast.” Mia prepared a breakfast spread for Gabrielle.

“There are still some cuts and bleeding but it’s not that big of a deal. I will be out and about in two days.”

Gabrielle did not fancy being in the hospital.

“I bought some pork liver porridge for you. It should replace the iron from all the blood you lost.” Mia was surprisingly good at looking after her.

“How about you? How are you feeling?” Gabrielle couldn’t help but fret. She was worried about Mia as well.

“I’m fine. I was lucky that my leather jacket was thick enough that it was able to protect me from further injury.” She took her coat off to assure Gabrielle that she was alright. Underneath her jacket, Mia had a white t-shirt on. The cut on her arm was covered with gauze. It did not look bad at all.

“I’m glad to hear that. I can’t help but, worry about you. I’m scared that your injury was nastier than mine. After all, the arm is more fragile than the back.” Gabrielle had been upset that Mia had been hurt worse, i

“I promise, it’s okay. I have been a war freak since I was a child. This is barely nothing, it doesn’t faze me.” Mia casually put her coat on.

“Okay, well… how are you and Cayden?”

“Can you stop talking about that man?” Mia shouted a