Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 101 Read Online

Chapter 101 A Creature From Another World

“Sure thing, but is today your actual birthday?” Sophie went around the room in search of a lighter.

“No, it’s just 1 have never received such a pretty cake on my special day. No one knows when my real birthday is. In the Jones family. We only celebrate the day that they took me in Although they are reluctant in throwing parties for me, I’m still thankful and glad to call them my family.” Gabrielle said, her eyes gleaming with contentment. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She most likely would still be living in an orphanage or hustling on the streets if Tobias and Wendy hadn’t taken her to the Jones family

Under their wing. Gabrielle didn’t have to worry about meeting the different needs in her life. It didn’t matter to her what other people have said, she was extremely grateful for everything that had been given to her.

Sophie felt a tear fall down her cheek as she smiled happily at Gabrielle upon hearing her touching story.

Gabrielle’s words caught Westley’s car. He stopped to look at her through the French

She had put on white crtoon nightdres liter her shower. Ite old girlish appeal instead of the usual sexy Tone. Westley had found it rather attractive.

Gabrielle was all smiles as she picked up a candle and inserted it eagerly into the cake.

She turned her head expectantly towards

“Have you gotten the lighter yet? Did you find it?” Gabrielle wis getting distressed.

Sophie inspected all the cabinets in the living FOOT and the kitchen but was unable to locate one.

After all, Sophie was new to the villa. She had yet to familiarize herself with the Surroundings, let alone know where a lighter was being kept.

“Gabrielle, I apologize as I couldn’t find any. It might have been hidden away or there’s simply none at all in this house.” Sophie approached her with a sorry face.

She was truly disappointed to have come up with nothing after seeing Gabrielle filled with excitement and expectation to finally light the candles and make a wish

Without a lighter, Gabrielle couldn’t do either. She was feeling downcast as her eyes fell to the floor.

But she didn‘t want Sophie to feel any ounce of guilt, so she mustered up a forced smile. “No worries, Sophie. It’s not necessary anyway. Let’s just cut the cake and then we can eat it.”

“Gabrielle. I’m really sorry for letting you down.” Sophie was still feeling at fault. If only Mr. Morris were here, he would have a lighter with him as he was a smoker.

“Oh dear, I remember where I can light the

“Excuse me, Sophie, I heard that you’re in need of a lighter.” Westley’s voice was heard coming from the door.

As soon as Sophie laid her eyes on Westley, she felt a glimmer of hope and trotted towards him. “Mr. Morris, I thought you had left? Why are you back here all of a sudden?”

Gabrielle looked at Westley and waited for his answer. Sophie had told her that he had left immediately after giving the cake.

Why did he return?

Gabrielle‘s comfort and inner peace was

compromised with Weatley’s presence.

And she certainly didn’t need his lighter. Gabrielle realized she could light the candles instead by using the fire on the kitchen’s gas

“Gabrielle, we finally have a lighter. You can now use it for your candles.” Sophie handed the lighter with a dark silver pattern over to her

Gabrielle paused briefly to think if size should accept.

“Sophie, you go ahead and do it for me please.”

It was obvious that Gabrielle didn’t want to take it

She always had a feeling that anything Wesley owned would go against her like its master. If his lighter broke, she had no money to pay for it.

“i’m afraid it would be better if you do it These candles are yours to make a wish on. It will more likely come true if you light then yourself.” Sophie said cheerfully.

Upon hearing her words, Gabrielle was convinced that it was a huge setup. Since when did Sophie become so superstitious?

“Gabrielle, is it because it’s mine? If you don’t want to take it, then be my guest. Don’t even bother with the cake. I was the one who brought it here after all.” Westley’s jaw tightened

The hesitation in Gabrielle’s face was as clear as daylight. He quickly assumed that her behavior was driven by the fact that he owned the lighter

Westley slowly felt bitterness creeping into his heart. 1

After seeing his darkened demeanor, she snatched the lighter from Sophie’s hand, “You make a good point. I should light the candlas myself as it is my wish. In this way. God will see my sincerity and hopefully want my heart’s desires.”

Wearing a big smile on her face, Gabrielle glanned at Westley to make sure that he approved. She looked at Sophie and secretly let out a sigh of relief. 2

It was common knowledge that one should not get in Westley’s nerves. Gabrielle knew that doing so would come at a high price.

She hurriedly lit the candles and closed her eyes solemnly. “I shall make a wish now.”

Gabrielle bowed her head and whispered

fervently, clasping her hands together,

Westley took this moment to study her small and fair-skinned face. There were still a few scars here and there. Fortunately, there was nothing too serious, or her beauty would be tarnished

Besides, she hadn’t had a proper birthday celebration in the Jones family all her life and didn’t even know her date of birth. It must be a very depressing thought to live with.

Despite all that, Gabrielle remained positive and happy every single day. Was she simply being a hypocrite or was this just a public facade? 4

“I’ve made my wish. We can cut the cake now.” She opened her eyes and looked at Sophie with a beaming smile.

Gabrielle wanted to call on Westley’s attention and thank him for the cake but she saw that he just wasn’t interested.

“Mr. Morris, you and Gabrielle should cut the cake together since you bought it for her,” Sophie enthusiastically suggested to Westley.

Gabrielle was caught off guard. Where was she getting all these ideas?

“Sophie, this isn’t a wedding. We… We don’t have to do this at all.” This reminded

Gabrielle of their wedding day where they didn’t even touch the cake. She was sent back to the Vineyard Villa after the ceremony proper and wasn’t seen after that.

Consequently, she and Westley didn’t need to do this symbolic act. It was nonsensical.

They were a fake couple and men like Westley didn’t care about these trivial traditions.

“Where do you want to cut our first slice?” Westley asked nonchalantly. His cold and indifferent tone startled her. 4

She was not afraid but rather baffled at his question.

The Westley she knew would have stormed off the place fuming instead of proceeding to cut the cake with her.

This wasn’t like him at all.

Gabrielle was perplexed and stared at Westley in astonishment as if he was a creature from another world.