Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 312

Westley had a lot on his plate. He had been reviewing documents and attending video meetings since the morning. He was so preoccupied that he did not even have the time to check his phone. It was five o'clock in the afternoon when he saw Gabrielle's photo and message.

Immediately after he saw the photo, he called Alvin in.

"What's wrong, Mr. Morris? We have booked a reservation for the hotel for tonight." Alvin thoroughly informed him of tonight's schedule.

"Cancel it!" Westley said with all the coldness in the world.

Having heard what he said, Alvin was put in a bad mood.

'Since when did Mr. Morris become so willful? Sometimes, he would leave the meeting halfway through and pass on all the responsibilities to me. There are even times when he wouldn't show up on appointments.'

"But Mr. Morris, we have an appointment with Mr. Albert tonight."

"I am aware of that." Westley regained his composure and rephrased his statement.

"What hotel did you book?"

Westley asked Alvin.

"No. 1 Champs Elysees Hotel. Are you going to cancel our reservation, or would you like me to book a different hotel?" Alvin asked in all cautiousness.

Despite the fact that Mr. Morris's marriage seemed to have urged his human touch to come up to the surface, he also became more emotional. Sometimes his willfulness was too much that the decisions he made put Alvin in awe.

"No, book one more room." After contemplating for a while, Westley had finally come up with a decision.

"What would you do with the other room, Mr. Morris?" Alvin found it hard to believe.

It was rare for Westley to book hotels so Alvin was taken aback by this decision. He wondered if Mr. Morris had quarreled with Gabrielle.

The two of them were in a good place in their relationship right now. Westley even insisted that they call her "Mrs. Morris". Certainly, it must be a sign of recognition.

"Book a suite for Gabrielle and Michelle. Order dinner and have the food sent there. Remember not to get any seafood. And move up my meeting with Mr. Albert, I want it half an hour earlier," Westley said calmly.

Finally, Alvin understood what was going on. Apparently, it was all for Gabrielle. Alvin was relieved that he did not have to worry about it.

"Noted. I'll tend to it right away." Immediately, Alvin carried on with the tasks on hand.

Westley phoned Michelle.

"What can I do for you, Westley?" Michelle was sipping coffee in the dining room while she was waiting for Gabrielle. Her attitude became serious as soon as she received Westley's call.

"Did you drop by Gabrielle's studio?" Hand in his pocket and standing tall by the huge French window, Westley talked to Michelle.

"Yeah, I went to her studio. I said that I would ask for her help with jewelry design. Don't worry, I didn't disclose the truth about my relationship with her. We're just friends," Michelle explained in all seriousness. Being a burden to Westley was the last thing she wanted to be. She didn't want to upset him.

"Okay."

"I'm going to have dinner with Gabrielle, by the way. Are you okay with that?" She was not certain whether or not Westley would be upset if she did not give him a heads up.

"Go to No.1 Champs Elysees Hotel. I booked a room for the two of you," Westley said with a tone of command in his voice.

Hearing this, Michelle's mouth fell wide open. She asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? You want us to go to No. 1 Champs Elysees Hotel?"

It was one of the most renowned hotels in Antawood, known for its warm and romantic vibe.

Usually, people went here for dates or business

meetings. After all, the hotel held confidentiality at a very high standard.