Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 10

Gabrielle struggled again to fall asleep that night. By dawn, she was already up. She looked around to find Westley, but sure enough he hadn't come into the room the entire night.

 

Gabrielle folded her blanket, quickly freshened up to go downstairs. She had barely gotten any sleep and was exhausted.

 

As soon as she opened the door of the room, she bumped into a hard chest.

 

"Ow!" exclaimed Gabrielle and rubbed her forehead. She looked up to see Westley looking at her discontentedly.

 

"Good morning, Westley." Gabrielle greeted Westley, still shook from bumping into him. Did the man have rocks tied to his chest?

 

"Gabrielle, can't you keep your eyes open while walking?"

Westley couldn't believe how she managed to ruin his mood so quickly every single time!

 

He was already unhappy to see her, and her clumsiness made her even more annoying.

 

Remy had called him to ask if Gabrielle had recovered from the fever.

 

Since she was hopping around so early in the morning, it seemed that her fever was gone.

 

"I'm sorry, Westley. I didn't realize you would be here... you didn't knock at the door..."

 

"Gabrielle, have you forgotten who is the owner of this villa? Do I need to knock to enter my own room?" Westley gave her one of his regular death stares.

 

Gabrielle felt choked. He was right. Why would he knock to move around his own villa?

 

"Okay, go downstairs now. Neil will tell you what to do."

 

Westley sneered.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"I told you that I will not feed an irrelevant, idle person in this villa. Do not think you'll be treated like a hostess. And next time, remember what I tell you. Don't always act so dumb!"

Westley then entered the room and slammed it shut, pushing her outside.

 

Gabrielle blinked in the shock of the loud bang.

 

Shrugging off the feeling, she went downstairs.

 

She saw Neil standing in the living room with an apron.

 

"Miss Jones, this is for you. Mr. Morris has directed me to inform you that from now on you need to clean the villa. I'm so sorry..."

 

When Westley said he didn't want idlers in the villa, did he mean that she would be a servant here?

 

In truth, Gabrielle didn't mind. She used to clean the Jones home. Mrs. Morris did not treat her well. She was treated like a servant so she could always be reminded of the gap between her and Bryce. Mrs. Morris wanted her to harbor no dreams of being with him.

 

"I will do it, Neil. You don't have to apologize to me. It's a piece of cake!" Gabrielle gave Neil a faint smile.

 

After all, it was Westley's idea. He wanted to make things difficult on purpose. Poor Neil was only following orders.

 

She was well aware of Westley's intentions. The man would go to any lengths to trouble her.

 

"This is your tool. You can start wiping the tables and chairs." Neil gave her a basin of water and a washcloth. He had given her the easiest job.

 

While Gabrielle started cleaning, Miley and her butler came to the villa with a lot of gifts. When Miley saw Gabrielle wearing an apron and wiping the tables, she was shocked.

 

"Gabrielle, what are you doing? And why are you doing it?" asked Miley, shocked.

 

Gabrielle was shocked by her sudden appearance. She almost dropped the washcloth. Looking back at Miley, she greeted her politely.