Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 353

When Gabrielle came back, she saw Westley sitting in the car with a goofy grin on his face. She couldn't help but wonder what happened to him while she was out buying gifts. She slowly made her way towards the passenger side.

"Westley, I'm back." Gabrielle crouched down by the window to peer at him.

"What did you buy?" Westley craned his neck to see what she was carrying in her hand.

The gift box wasn't very big. Westley assumed she didn't think too much about what to give Micheal. She probably just grabbed whatever she saw first.

Relief flooded his veins. He felt better seeing that Gabrielle didn't exert too much effort in finding the perfect gift.

"Take a guess." Gabrielle opened the door and sat down. She turned towards him with a smile. She teased the box in front of him to make him guess what was inside.

"It's not something too precious, right?" That was the only thing Westley was concerned about. He didn't care what it was as long as it didn't mean that much to her.

'Who cares what she bought?'

"Come on, just guess." He was clearly uninterested, which was a huge buzzkill for Gabrielle. He could have just played along.

After all, she spent half an hour choosing the item. She was a little tired, and she just wanted to have some fun with a guessing game.

But Westley was blasé about it. Gabrielle lost her earlier enthusiasm and just put the box inside her bag.

"Do you really want me to guess?" Westley heaved a sigh. He started the car and began driving.

He knew where Micheal's villa was. Westley made it a point to know everything about a potential rival. Finding out the other guy's address was basic.

Westley found out the location in less than five minutes, and he already memorized all the streets leading there.

"It's just a little game, Westley—something for fun. If you really don't want to guess, then forget it." Gabrielle turned to look out the window and leaned her head on the glass. Westley couldn't even humor her.

"Pen?" Westley said, his eyes still on the road.

Gabrielle gasped. She looked at him as though he just sprouted three heads. She slapped her knee lightly and giggled. "Westley, how did you guess? Is it that obvious?"

It was unbelievable.

Westley grinned smugly. It was too simple for him. He saw the brand logo on the bag, and he was familiar with it. That was why he instantly knew what item she picked.

It wasn't the best birthday gift, obviously. But it wasn't that bad either. Overall, it was generic and impersonal.

All of which pleased Westley. He initially feared that she would put a lot of thought into the gift, which only made him jealous. Now that he realized she bought something she would probably gift to her boss, Westley felt ridiculous.

"It's nothing. I got lucky, I guess."

Westley's tone and facial expression didn't give away his white lie. He focused on driving, but he was well aware of Gabrielle being in awe of his guessing prowess.

Gabrielle reacted as though she just witnessed something magical and supernatural, so she eagerly showed her gift to him.

The brand was well-known for selling pens that cost tens of thousands of dollars. It wasn't something people used for daily writing, but it was what CEOs used to sign important documents.

Westley owned something similar and from the same brand, but his was from the top series.

Westley's pen was more expensive and more exclusive than this one.

"I wanted to buy a black pen, but it was out of stock. The only one left was a silver gray pen. It's still beautiful, anyway. What do you think?" Gabrielle moved it closer to his field of vision so he didn't have to turn his head.

Westley didn't even spare it a glance. It was impersonal and generic, yes, but it was still her gift to another man. Westley wasn't about to gush how good it was.

"Not bad. Just put it back in the box," Westley said in a perfunctory tone. He noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, so he loosened his hands.

Gabrielle sensed a trace of jealousy from him. She quickly put the pen back inside but lifted the corners of her lips.

"Westley, are you unhappy again? You look grumpy." Gabrielle leaned her shoulder on the seat so her body was facing Westley.

"It's not a gift for me. Why should that make me happy?" Westley's tone was cold and curt. He clenched his jaw because it annoyed him.

There was no reason for him to be happy. The gift was not for him, and they were headed to the villa of someone he didn't even like.

"Hey, listen. I'll give you a gift too next time. Okay?" Gabrielle straightened the box to make sure it looked present

able.