Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 344

Mia didn't expect Gabrielle to ask her about it so seriously. It was supposed to be a simple matter, but it seemed more than that to Gabrielle.

"Gabrielle, don't be like this. Of course I want you and your husband to come together. It would be more fun if there were more people." Mia matched Gabrielle's serious tone. She heard Gabrielle sigh.

"Okay, I'll tell Westley." Gabrielle only said that she would inform Westley; she didn't say yes on behalf of him.

She didn't know how Westley would take the invitation, so she couldn't promise anything to Mia right now. Gabrielle's coffee was already lukewarm, so she finished it up.

"Okay, fine. I'll wait for your message. I'll just send the address to you tomorrow, okay?" Mia didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

As soon as the call ended, Gabrielle noticed Westley standing outside the window, his back to her. She reached out her hand and knocked lightly on the glass.

Westley turned his head towards her. The two of them stared at each other through the glass. Under the moonlight, they looked like the lead characters in a romantic drama.

Gabrielle's heart rate suddenly picked up speed, and she felt her entire face blush under Westley's unwavering gaze.

It was the way he looked at her. In that moment, she felt as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She almost believed it was true.

It was so strange for them to have this kind of romantic moment. There was so much electricity between them that she feared it would break the glass.

"Wait for me." Gabrielle mouthed the words to him. She had no idea if he understood it or not. Then she stood up, grabbed her bag, and went out.

Standing at the door, Westley's heart softened at the sight of her running towards him in such a hurry. She was trying to catch her breath when she stopped in front of him.

"Slow down," Westley said in a gentle tone. He reached out and took her in his arms.

"I told you to just call me when you arrive and stay in your car. You didn't have to come in by yourself. The alley is a little narrow and not well-lighted. How did you find this place?" Gabrielle was curious. He could've called her and waited in his car comfortably.

She only told him about the restaurant's location; she didn't say that she would wait in a café. 'How did he know I was here?'

"Let's just say I have an intuition," Westley told her. He smiled and traced her jaw with his finger.

His words left Gabrielle speechless, but his touch sent shivers down her spine.

"Thank you for picking me up. Let's go. Have you had your dinner yet?" Gabrielle couldn't help but worry about him. She was full and ready to go home, but she didn't know if Westley was hungry.

"Yes, I have. The car is outside, so we need to start walking. Are you feeling cold?" Westley saw that she was wearing a thin coat, and when he touched her, her skin was a little cold.

"Nope. Winter in Antawood isn't that cold," Gabrielle said with a smile. She didn't want him to worry about her. Anyway, it would be warmer when they got inside the car.

"Yes, but it's still cold at night." Without waiting for her response, he took off his coat and wrapped it around her. His hand lingered on her shoulder for a few seconds.

"No thanks, Westley. I'm really not cold. You should take your coat." Gabrielle felt embarrassed all of a sudden. Heat flooded her veins, and her cheeks reddened. She touched it with her hand, wondering if Westley noticed.

Westley didn't wear a suit jacket. As soon as he took off his black coat, he was left with nothing but a crisp, white shirt that didn't offer any protection from the cold.

"Just put it on." Westley put his arm around her shoulder, leaving her no chance to resist—let alone take off the coat. He pulled her closer to him.

Gabrielle bit back a smile at his gesture. It felt so good being wrapped in his coat like this. She inched closer to him.

"Let's get in the car as soon as possible." Gabrielle didn't want to waste any more time. It would take a few minutes to walk to the parking lot from here. She had to hurry up; she didn't want Westley to catch a cold because of her.

"Gabrielle, what brings you here?" Westley asked casually, still with his arm around her.

While Gabrielle was anxious to get in the car, it was no big deal for Westley to walk without a coat. After all, he was in tip-top shape and he exercised regularly, which meant that he had better resistance against the cold compared to her.

"It's not me who wanted to come here. Jackson took me to a private restaurant. The owner is also the chef. All the dishes they served were so delicious. Can I take you there some time?" Gabrielle looked back expectantly. He was lo

oking straight ahead, and she couldn't help but appreciate his chiseled jaw and perfect features.

Westley wasn't interested in the restaurant where Gabrielle had dinner with another man. He knew it was irrational, but he wasn't thrilled at letting her dine with someone other than him.

However, he was always willing to have dinner with her, especially if she was the one who proposed it. He wouldn't say no.

"Well, we can come here next time." Westley wrapped her tighter in his arms and got into the car.