Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 593

Star was so exhausted that he fell asleep after Gabrielle and Westley had talked to him.

They knew that the boy needed to sleep and rest some more after his ordeal. Gabrielle kissed him on the forehead before they left him in the room.

"Star," Gabrielle whispered in his ears, "Mommy and Daddy are going now. We will come back tomorrow." She then kissed the boy on the forehead.

They went out of the hospital. In the car, Gabrielle couldn't contain her delight and excitement.

Before Westley inserted the car key into the ignition point, he turned sideways to look at Gabrielle. "Dear, you don't have to worry anymore. Star has come around," Westley said as he reached out and held her wife's hand.

"Oh Westley, it's just that I couldn't believe what's been happening. Star has awoken from his deep sleep. He can't remember a thing. He believes we are his parents so it has been easy for him to accept that he will go Antawood with us," uttered Gabrielle. She couldn't calm down. After all, she liked the boy at first sight. And then she was informed that he had lost his mother and become an orphan. The idea of taking him to Antawood and raising him came easily to her.

So for Gabrielle, it was a blessing in disguise that Star couldn't remember anything. He even believed that she was his mother so he was willing to go Antawood with them.

"You and Star are destined to meet," said Westley sincerely. "From this day on, we will be his parents. We will raise him together."

"Yeah, we will raise him together," said Gabrielle, nodding. "And you know what? I believe that we will be good parents."

"We'll come back here early tomorrow morning," said Westley. He reached up by her right shoulder and grasped the seat belt at the metal latch. He pulled it across her body and fastened it to belt latch. He then turned the key in the ignition to start the car.

"I'll get up early to cook breakfast for Star. I noticed that he didn't eat anything tonight. He'll get hungry, won't he?" Gabrielle was starting to worry again about Star.

Westley turned his head to look at his wife. "Don't worry. There are professional nurses taking care of him. He'll be fine," Westley said, reassuring his wife.

"Yes, you're right." Gabrielle nodded, smiling at her husband.

The following morning, Gabrielle woke up before the alarm went off at six o'clock. Westley felt her getting out of bed.

Yawning, Westley asked his wife, "Why are you up so early?" He typically woke up not earlier than six o'clock. So he knew that it must really be early in the morning.

Gabrielle turned around to look at Westley.

"I just woke up."

"Honey, it's still early. Come back to bed and get some more sleep." Westley held out his hand and pulled his wife back to bed. Gabrielle fell next to her husband who turned to his side and gathered her in his arms. "Let's go back to sleep."

Gabrielle tried to get out of her husband's embrace.

"Go back to sleep, Westley. I have to cook porridge for Star. We'll take it to the hospital so he can have it for breakfast." Gabrielle broke free and got out of bed.

Westley could only shake his head. He got up, too. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

"Go wash your face and change your clothes. I'll go downstairs to prepare the ingredients." Westley gently pushed her into the bathroom. Still in his pajamas, he then went downstairs.

He didn't want his wife to get tired but he knew she wanted to cook breakfast herself. For her part, Gabrielle didn't say anything as her husband headed down to the kitchen.

When she was done, she went downstairs. She heard the sound of knife cutting vegetables on the chopping board. Hearing this, Gabrielle smiled.

"Honey, thank you. It's your turn to wash your face and change your clothes," Gabrielle said as

she entered the kitchen. "I'll take over from here."

"Okay," Westley said. "The porridge is already in the pot. You can cook some dishes." Westley took out an apron from a kitchen drawer. He helped her put on the apron and then turned around to go back to their bedroom.