Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 343

Talon's private restaurant was located in a residential building of an old district with narrow alleys, so the car couldn't stop directly in front of the establishment. They had to walk for more than a hundred meters to get to the parking lot.

The two walked silently. With her bag slung over her shoulder, Gabrielle followed him obediently, quietly appreciating the unique charm of the area and how quaint it was.

They were designers, and they always gravitated towards anything about design—from architecture and stores to clothing and shoes. They could even draw inspiration from simple flowers and grass. There was no limit to their imagination.

Gabrielle loved the scenic view, so she often stopped to stare at the old buildings. She completely ignored Jackson who walked with rapid steps ahead, not bothering to look at anything.

"Gabrielle, do you mind if I smoke?" Jackson suddenly stopped and turned back to ask Gabrielle. He raised his brow, waiting for her answer.

Gabrielle saw that he had a cigarette and lighter in his hand. Those two things seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Gabrielle was a little surprised. She didn't know Jackson smoked, but judging from his behavior, he must have been a smoker for years.

"Jackson, why are you asking for permission? This isn't a no-smoking zone. Of course you can smoke," Gabrielle said with a smile. Jackson responded with a brief nod to her.

Personally, Gabrielle didn't like the smell of cigarettes. It made her dizzy. She was also worried for her lungs because of second-hand smoke, but even so, she had no right to say no to Jackson.

Besides, he was one of her bosses, so there was no reason to stop him. She should just keep a distance from him while he smoked.

Jackson lit the cigarette, took a puff, and stubbed it out into the ashtray on top of the dustbin. He then continued to walk.

Gabrielle was rendered speechless as she watched Jackson. He smoked a single puff then put it out. What a total waste. She had never seen anyone smoke like that before.

Perhaps it wasn't so unexpected. After all, Jackson had a rather distinct personality—anyone in the studio could attest to that fact. He wasn't an ordinary man. He looked at things differently.

"Gabrielle, is your husband here?" Jackson asked casually. He wasn't actually curious, but he only wanted to know if her husband was coming. Unlike others who thrived on gossip, Jackson didn't have any other motive when he asked such a question.

"Do you want to see him?" Gabrielle thought that Jackson was interested in seeing her husband. That was probably why he was asking her.

However, it worried Gabrielle because Westley was a well-known figure in Antawood. She was 100% sure Jackson would immediately recognize him. Anyone who had lived at least a few months in the city knew who Westley was.

Therefore, Gabrielle didn't want them to meet. Once Jackson saw Westley, their relationship would be exposed. It was only a matter of time before the public found out.

"No, I don't. Why would I want to see a man? I just want to know if he has arrived yet. If he hasn't, I'll wait here with you. But if he's already here, you can go to him directly," said Jackson indifferently. He then looked around him to see if there was any other car.

He had no interest in Gabrielle, let alone her husband. But even if he was arrogant and intimidating, Jackson wasn't so coldhearted that he would leave her in this alley alone.

Gabrielle understood what he meant. Jackson was just worried that it was not safe for her to wait for Westley alone. Despite some of his unlikeable traits, Jackson was a true gentleman.

"Thank you, Jackson. I'll go to a café nearby and wait for my husband. You can head out first. Thanks for helping me choose a dress today and taking me to a private restaurant. Dinner was delicious," Gabrielle happily told Jackson.

In truth, Gabrielle was delighted that Jackson actually cared about her. It was a striking contrast to all the stories she heard about him.

"We're here because I was hungry, and I didn't want to eat just anything. You paid for the dinner, so that made us even," Jackson replied coldly.

He didn't care about Gabrielle, but he was a responsible man. It was him who brought her out. If anything happened to her, he would never hear the end of it from Jason, and he would be in trouble too.

"Yes, we're even. Either way, thank you. I'm okay to wait here by myself. Anyway, he's already on his way here. You can go hom

e now." Gabrielle urged him to go. She didn't want him to see Westley. She was smiling at Jackson, but her eyes kept on darting on the street—looking for Westley's car.