Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 39 Read Online
Chapter 39 Something More To This Whole Brotherly Care
Gabrielle felt the overflowing concern that coated Lance’s words. She knew that he cared about her
very much, and although it moved her, she did not want him to worry.
This matter was only between the Jones and the Morris. It seemed unfair to entangle him in this
charade..
“Mom is right, Lance. She asked me to get married, so they could gain more time to look for my
brother. Otherwise, our family will be in ruins. Westley does have a formidable temper, you know. The
Jones raised me, after all, so I don’t want that to happen.” Gabrielle replied calmly
More importantly, she was willing to marry someone whom she did not like for the sake of Bryce. Even
if she got bullied every day. she could hold down the fort and wait for him toe back.
Yes, she was silly, she silently berated herself.
Lance let out an exasperatedugh. He knew what she was thinking and that she was only pretending
to be clueless.
“Gabrielle, I think the Jones Wants you to
catch all the me and not look for Bryce! They do not have the time and patience to look for him. How
many days has it been, yet there is no news at all li is clear a day that they want you to many Westleyl”
Sloane muttered discontentedly.
Gabrielle’s earlier calm left her, and the smile on her face froze. She wanted to refute, but what Sloane
said was almost the same as what she thought now !
Wendy had contrived for her to marry Westley and even drugged her.From N?velDrama.Org.
It was enough proof to strengthen Gabrielle‘s hunch that they had no ns to look for Bryce and Nellie.
“Is that true? Did aunt frame you to marry Westley?” Lance looked at Gabrielle closely.
finding for any inch of clue.
A trace of panic flickered in Gabrielle’s eyes. She quickly defended. “No, don’t listen to Sloane. She is
merely exaggerating! Everyone in the family is trying their best to find Bryce.
“Who’s exaggerating? Your parents want you to marry Westley and Bryce to Nellie. If that happens,
then the Jones, the Morris, and the Collins will be rted by marriage! Of course, the biggest
beneficiary will be the Jones. Don’t you see that it is one enormoUS
trick devised by your parents so as not to offend both the Montis and the Collins Sloane fervidly
exined.
She had been in a rich and powerful family for many years, so she was pretty clear about how devious
richdies could be.
They could do anything absurd to scale their family‘s interests and reputations – precisely what Wendy
was doing
She wanted to seize Westley with one hand and hold Nellie with the other, pleasing those two affluent
families in the process. But she could also offend them in the end!
The Collins alone was not easy to deal with, but Wendy was overly presumptuous to involve the Morris,
too. ‘Had she forgotten the very sound of Westley’s name? Sloane wondered.
“Sloane, it’s not as bad as you said…”
“Are you nning on staying married to Westley?” Sloane’s brows knitted, directing all her frustration to
Gabrielle.
Gabrielle flinched and, for the first few moments, was rendered speechless. When she reminded
herself that Sloane was sitting across from her, waiting for answers, she quickly shook her head and
said, “I have no ns.”
Gabriellenced at his face and meekly asked, “Will you really help me find my brother Lance detected
the faint glimmer of hope in her voice.
“I will try my best to find him. If I fail, I will help you leave Weatley. Will you cooperate with me when
that timees?”
“Why are you hesitating? He is ready to help you find Bryce and leave Westley. Just say yes!” Seeing
that Gabrielle was uncertain, Sloane interjected, urging her to agree.
“Gabrielle, I will do my best not to disappoint you. That is if you are willing I promise I won’t make things
difficult for you.”
She was the apple of Lance’s eye, and he would never force her to do anything without her permission.
“Of course, I am willing. I hope you can help me find my brother as soon as possible. As I cannot wait
for that to happen, let us drink a toast to your good luck!” She picked the bottle again and proposed a
toast to Lance.
Reiming the luck machine was not easy, but the mere thought of Westley made Gabrielle want to
flee as far as she could.
“I will help you achieve whatever you want,”
Lance echoed as he raised his cup and gently clinked with her.
“Thank you, Lance.” Gabrielle looked at him gratefully.
“No need to thank me; it’s me who wants to help you.” He shrugged nonchntly.
“You sure are lucky to have such a kind cousin.” Sloane pouted in envy.
They both had an unreliable brother, but at least Gabrielle had a cousin who watched over her.
“My cousin is also your cousin.” Gabrielle smiled at Sloane, her inexplicable sad mood starting to lift.
“That’s not true. How could Lance be my cousin?” Sloane denied, not wanting to impose herself.
Besides, Sloane always had an inkling that there was something more to this whole brotherly care
Lance had for Gabrielle than meets the eye. She was hoping, though, that she was only over-
scrutinizing things. 2
The three drank beers one after another. Unbeknownst to them, Gabrielle had already drunk too much.