Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 40

A black Cayenne passed by and stopped. Sitting in the back seat, Westley frowned as he looked at Gabrielle, who was sitting in a stall across the road, drinking a glass of beer. She was draped across the man sitting next to her and from the looks of it, she seemed drunk.

She must have drunk too little during the day for her to go drinking at the stall in the middle of the night. And to think he had been worried that she was fed up with the way he had treated her earlier in the day. The woman he was seeing here looked happy and not tired as he had feared.

Westley recognized the man whose arms were around Gabrielle's shoulder. It was Lance from the Carter. Lance had been hostile to him during their stay in the Jones' house and now he understood why.

It was quite obvious that Lance had feelings for Gabrielle.

"Mr. Morris, is that… Miss Jones?" Alvin said to Westley in disbelief, his gaze still trained on the spectacle in the stall. He didn't even dare to turn around and look at the man he was asking. And he had his reasons. As soon as Westley had told him to stop the car, Alvin had clearly felt the temperature in the car drop, chilling him to his marrow.

Of course, Westley had told Alvin to stop the car because he had recognized Gabrielle.

He was certainly displeased to see Gabrielle being held intimately by another man, irrespective of the fact that she was obviously drunk.

"Mr. Morris, do you want me to go and…?"

Before Alvin could even finish, Westley had already opened the door of the car and was heading towards the stall, determination clearly written all over his body.

"Well, I want more drink. I am not drunk yet. Westley is a devil, a bastard…"

With her head on Lance's shoulder, Gabrielle alternated between drinking and cursing Westley. She was clearly in a bad mood.

Westley, who by then was almost close to them, clearly heard all the venom directed at him. He wasn't surprised to discover that Gabrielle thought badly of him.

"Gabrielle, you shouldn't drink so much. You are drunk."

Lance tried to grab her glass from her hand.

"Well, I don't feel drunk yet…

I still want more drink," came the reply. "Westley is so mean," Gabrielle continued. "He never allows me do anything. He treats me like trash and cannot even hide his disdain for me. I know he doesn't like me and I feel the same way too. Who would even want to marry him? Certainly not me! I don't want him at all…"

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle!"

Sloane, who had been silently sitting opposite Gabrielle, furiously whispered. She had also been drinking and was now tipsy. Upon raising her hand to take another swig from her glass, she had glimpsed Westley walking towards them. She had been so frightened that she dropped her barbecue to point at him.

His sudden appearance at such an odd hour made her believe he was truly the devil.

It was just horrible.

Gabrielle and Lance could not see Westley because their backs were turned away from him. The only signal that something was wrong was the sudden chill they felt.

"Sloane, what's wrong? Why…

you look like you have seen a ghost?"

Gabrielle asked with concern.

Sloane immediately sobered up and tried to tell Gabrielle that Westley was standing behind her without giving too much away. To her, he looked like a ghost. No, even worse than that, he looked like the devil.

"G…Gabrielle, West…Westley…"

Sloane was too dru

nk to speak clearly.

"Westley, he is

like a ghost…

Well, he's not only a ghost. He is also the king of ghosts."

"The king?

Gabrielle,"