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 been last 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 placed beside the large glass 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 glass 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 of last 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 glass of milk.

Gabrielle held up the glass 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 can come 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 always come 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.

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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 always come 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 accept 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.

“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 placed 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 glad 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 to come here,” Westley said, placing 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 of coming 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 glared at him in shock.

She knew she had to accept 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 gladly 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.