Lock You In My Heart Chapter 396


    When Gabrielle came out, she saw that Alvin had left already. But there was Westley, having changed


    his clothes, standing before a table of delicious breakfast, grinning.


    The fragrance of the food hugged the room, made Gabrielle salivate, made her forget how tired she


    had beenst night.


    “You’re done, Gabrielle. You must be hungry. Come and have breakfast,” Westley called, beckoning her


    to a chair.


    Sitting on one side of the small table ced beside therge ss wall, they watched the fish wriggling


    through the clean blue water as they ate breakfast. It had been just like this when they had dinner in


    the ss ball at that time.


    It was a lovely sight.


    Earlier, Gabrielle had been in quite a bad mood, having been disturbed by Westley the whole ofst


    night. But now, as she watched the water, her bad mood ebbed away like the tiny wavelets that spread


    out around the swimming fish.


    Watching these marine creatures had its little magic of transforming bad days into beautiful ones.


    “We can stay here an extra day, or even as long as you want. What do you think?” Westley asked,


    munching slowly while he poured her a ss of milk.


    Gabrielle held up the ss and sipped at the milk. Her eyes glinted with thrill as she stared at Westley.


    “You mean we can really stay here as long as we want?”


    It was actually going to be fun to live here. But she knew that it would seem like living in an aquarium,


    and before long she would get bored.


    “Of course, we can. It all depends on how long you want us to stay,” Westley said seriously.


    He neither sounded nor looked as if he was joking. He was a man who meant every single word he


    said.


    Sensing that he was indeed serious, she decided to dissuade him immediately. She knew the kind of


    the person he was. “I really don’t want to live here, Westley. It’s okay if we cane here once in a


    while to have a nice time. But if I have to see this water and these fish every day, I’ll get tired of it all


    after a while, you know.”


    Westley listened, staring calmly at her and nodding slowly in agreement.


    “That’s fine. You can alwayse here whenever you wish,” he said in a gentle voice. He would never


    force her to do whatever she didn’t want to.


    “Okay,” Gabrielle said, smiling warmly and enjoying her meal.


    After breakfast, she changed into another dress in the bathroom. Then  the car.


    Alvin was already waiting for them in the driver’s seat.


    “Good morning, Mr. Morris and Mrs.  ss=”p_sj”>


    Gabrielle was often so embarrassed each time Alvin greeted them this formally that she couldn’t help


    but bow also.


    “Here’s your exclusive room card, Mr. Morris,” Alvin said, handing Westley a crystal card.


    He had asked Alvin to rent the room where they had stayed so that Gabrielle could always return here


    whenever she wanted.


    Taking the card from Alvin, Westley gave it to Gabrielle. “This is the card to the room we stayed in  you


    can alwayse here with the card or ask the receptionist to let you into the room.”


    Gabrielle took the translucent card. It felt heavy on her palm.


    Westley was really a different man.


    “I don’t think I can ept this, Westley,” she said suddenly, slipping the card back into Westley’s hand.


    She had thought he would forget about what they had talked about during breakfast.


    Now, she realized that he was really serious about her staying here for a long time.


    Booking this room for a single day was very expensive. How much more expensive would it be to rent it


    for a longer time!


    “Why not? Give me a reason.” Westley stared at her, his eyebrows raised.


    Gabrielle lowered her eyes, flustered under his gaze.


    “Well, it’s – too expensive. I can’t take – it,” she stammered.


    “Tell me. Don’t you like it here? I need you to be honest with me,” Westley said seriously.


    His eyes were still fixed on Gabrielle.


    Gabrielle was silent for a while. Then nodding, she said quietly, “I like it here.”


    Westley smiled, seemingly satisfied with her answer.


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    “That’s all that matters. As long as you like it, the cost does not matter at all to me,” he said in a proud,


    low voice.


    The words pierced her like an arrow. But this arrow seemed to have been dipped in honey because,


    instead of pain, an inexplicable pleasure filled her heart.


    Yet, the reality still loomed over her face. So she took a deep breath and looked at him with calm eyes.


    “It’s too expensive, Westley,” she repeated.


    Westley ced a palm on her shoulder. “See, Gabrielle, I really want to give you a good life. If you


    desire anything, just let me know and I’ll get it for you. You don’t have to help me save my money. I


    have made so much money, so much to spend on my wife and children. Or aren’t you my wife?” he


    asked.


    Gabrielle stared at him, speechless. “Of course, I am.”


    “Then I have the right to make you happy. And I am d to do so. There’s no need trying to save me


    any expense. So here’s the card. You don’t have to make any appointments when you want toe


    here,” Westley said, cing the card back on her palm.


    Gabrielle stared at the card in her hand, stunned. Then a smile slit her lips.


    “So I will take it?” she asked, thinking ofing here with Sloane without having to ask for Westley’s


    help.


    Now, that sounded splendid.


    “Well, if you still don’t want to have it, I will probably consider building you an undersea hotel,” Westley


    said slowly.


    Gabrielle red at him in shock.


    She knew she had to ept the card unless Westley would do exactly as he had just said.


    And that was not really good.


    “I will take the card, Westley. I don’t want you to consider doing that. It’s actually crazy and not worth it


    at all,” Gabrielle reminded, worried that he would let his impulse drive him to do such a huge thing.


    She would always feel guilty if he undertook such an expensive project just for her sake.


    “I’m your husband, Gabrielle. But you must also remember that I am a businessman and invest in


    things that can bring me money. If building an undersea hotel will fetch me money, then I see no reason


    why I shouldn’t go in with it. Most importantly, if building it for you makes you happy, then I’ll dly do


    it. This is called killing two birds with one stone, so there’s really nothing to be worried about,


    Gabrielle,” Westley said, his forehead creased in seriousness.


    Gabrielle understood what he was up to. She knew that he emphasized on him being a businessman


    only to make her less troubled.


    “Well, let’s go now so that I can take the documents to the studio,” she mumbled, patting his hand.