Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 67

Westley hadn't been back for two days. This made Gabrielle uneasy, who resorted to pacing around the house, going upstairs and downstairs to no avail.

Gabrielle drank a cup of water in the living room as she stared blankly at the lawn in the yard from the window. Upon hearing a car enter the driveway, she ran out eagerly.

A silver car was driving in, but the person who emerged from the vehicle was not Westley—it was Remy.

When Gabrielle noticed him, she felt a small surge of disappointment as her bright eyes faltered slightly, but that was immediately replaced by a smile.

"Remy! Nice to see you here." Gabrielle greeted him.

Remy had noticed the flash of disappointment in Gabrielle's eyes.

He figured he had shown up at an awkward time, or maybe he wasn't the person Gabrielle had been hoping to find in her driveway.

It was plausible to think that Gabrielle was waiting for Westley, but instead saw Remy, which would've upset her.

"Yes, nice to see you, too. I'm actually here to change your dressing into a fresh one for your wounds. Remember I told you that I'll be changing the dressings every three days? Well, if I'm right, three days have passed, so here I am at Vineyard Villa But... is everything okay? You don't seem too happy to see me," Remy teased Gabrielle.

Gabrielle shook her head immediately. "No, are you kidding me? How can I not be happy to see you? I just hadn't expected three days to go by so fast—time sure is flying."

Without probing the topic further and voicing his suspicions, Remy turned around and took out the medicine cabinet from his car trunk.

"Gabrielle, let's go in. I'll just pretend you warmly welcomed me in your driveway because that would make me happier." Remy was only half-joking.

Gabrielle was amused by Remy's humor. "Remy, welcome to Vineyard Villa.

I take it that you are here to change the dressings for Miss Jones' wounds? What would you like to drink?" Neil came up to greet Remy and took his slippers from him.

"Just a cup of coffee would be great. Thank you, Neil."

"Sure, I'll grab it in a moment."

"Gabrielle, do you want to change the dressings in the living room or are you comfortable in your bedroom?" Remy respectfully allowed Gabrielle to choose for herself.

"Let's go to the living room. The wounds are on my face and arms, so I don't have to lie on the bed in order to get the dressing changed." Gabrielle led Remy to the sofa in the living room.

"Is Westley at home?" Remy put down the medicine cabinet and glanced around the room.

There didn't seem to be any sign of Westley at all. It was definitely him who Gabrielle had been expecting.

"No... Westley hasn't been back for two days, actually. I'm sure he's very busy at work,"

Gabrielle said, failing to hide the disappointment in her voice. Even if she hadn't realized it, Remy had immediately noticed it.

"If you want to know what Westley is doing, why don't you take the initiative to check in with him and see for yourself? I think he will be very happy to hear your concern. After all, he works very hard every day—many days and nights on end without rest. It's terrible," Remy said, with purposeful dramatic effect.

It was true that Westley was a workaholic, but he definitely had notions of day and time and he took all the rest and self-care he needed.

But when Gabrielle heard that Westley would work days and nights without rest, her heart sank.

'Isn't that really terrible, to be working non-stop, without sleep? Wouldn't it lead to death in extreme cases?'

"Are you joking, Dr. Remy? You don't really mean that, do you?" Gabrielle looked at Remy longingly, unable to believe him.

"Well, Gabrielle, if you don't want to believe that, just forget it. If Westley knows I said this, he'll be quite upset with me. The last thing he wants is someone else talking about him." Remy shrewdly picked his words deliberately as he silently observed the expression on Gabrielle's face. As expected, Gabrielle looked worried and uneasy.