Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Not Everyone is Qualified

Gabrielle had so many reasons to learn how to cook. After all, she will not the daughter of the Jones family. If they were to throw her out on the street later on, she would not starve. That was why she persevered to be skilled in the kitchen.

After he heard that, Westley’s eyebrows shot up while his lips slightly twitched. His face also abated a little, indicating that he found her words amusing

“Don’t worry. No one will starve to death so easily nowadays,” he uttered lightly.

Gabrielle didn’t argue with him. She simply took his words as a way of saying that society had evolved into a much better place to live -where no one would die quickly from hunger no matter how poor a man was.

Knowing that the two of thein were not talking about the same problem, Gabrielle just kept her mouth shut instead of forcing Westley to understand her.

More than that, she didn’t know what to say for a while. So, she just gazed at the window to entertain herself with the scenery. Then, she saw the car driving away from the city.

heading to the suburb. It was not the way back to Half Moon Hay or Vineyard Villai on the Mortis Group

where was Westley taking her? She didn’t have time to ask him before as they were busy discussing other things. In fact, she meant to inquire about their destination, but the topic was shoved off at the back of their heads when they began conversing about her smiling and cooking.

Westley, where are we going? Gabrielle finally managed to ask him.

He glanced at her and saw a hint of worry painted all over her face.

Wasn’t it too late? He had already taken her out of the city, and yet she only asked him

“Gabrielle, if I sell you to some goons, will you help me count the cash? You are really dense, aren’t you?” Westley’s words were not very pleasant to hear. He could just answer her directly, and yet he resorted to implying that he was kidnapping her.

“Don‘t make it sound so insulting. Do you think I am an idiot? Am I that stupid and gullible to you?” Gabrielle couldn’t help asking with a hint of dejection in her tone. 4

“No.” Although Westley denied it, in his head,

he thought, “I think you are stupid.’

Well, where are we going now?” At this point, Gabrielle was still sold with the idea that Westley thought highly of her.

“You’ll know when we met there,” he answered indifferently while keeping his eyes on the road,

“So, you are not really planning to sell me?” A smile crept on her lips as she asked that timidly.

“What if I really intend to sell you?” The very reason Westley kept teasing her was to see the reaction on her face.

“if you sell me, then you’d lose a wife.” A little tenacity could be extracted from Gabrielle’s voice as those words escaped her lips.

But she was only pretending Deep down, an intense hesitation was already eating up her remaining confidence.

“Gabrielle, do you think I really need you?” Westley arched his brows to show that he was discerning her.

In fact, he didn’t really need her.

He could even get another bride just days before their wedding. That was how

on their knees just to

Being alone and helpless was really the worst feeling

And she wi re that Westly would not hesitate to throw her out and drove off.

“It’s not up to you whether you can TITY me or not. Now, who occuples the status of being my wife and sits in my car? Do you think everyone has the right to do 90?” Looking at her cautious and timid face, Westley found her using

She was always a coward in front of him, but when she resisted, she could be very domineering too.

“I…I know. It’s my honor,” Gabrielle uttered seriously.

“It’s not an honor.’

In fact, Westley knew that she didn’t think it was an honor to marry him. On the contrary. Gabrielle felt that she was so unlucky. If it weren’t for that bastard Bryce who dared to take Nellie away, Westley wouldn’t have forced her to marry him.

It was a disaster for Gabrielle and not a fairy tale at all. 2

This woman was really bad at pleasing people. She couldn’t even tell a lie.

“Do you really think you are lucky to marry me, Gabrielle?” Even without asking, Westley

already knew what was running in her head. She didn’t need to answer:

But she did and said, “Westley, if I tell you the truth, will you throw me out of the car?” Gabrielle stared at his profile intently, hoping he would say otherwise.

Damn it! How can someone be so handsome from all angles? His face, nose, eyes, and even his chin are so perfectly sculpted, Gabriel thought, suddenly distracted from her worry of being thrown out.