Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart Chapter 2 Read Online Read

Chapter 2 Do You Want Me To Change It For You

Gabrielle was stunned to see how exquisite the clothes were! She soon realized they were prepared for Westley’s fiancee, Nellie Collins. Gabrielle was only a substitute.

“Listen! I am giving you five minutes. If you don’t dress quickly, I will come and dress you myself!”

Westley’s displeased voice hit her ears, shocking her.

Gabrielle was trying to put up a strong front but in truth, she was scared out of her wits. She did not know to what extents this man could go. She quickly caught a light pink dress, and put it on thoughtlessly. When she caught herself in the mirror, she couldn’t believe her own appearance.

The off-shoulder top revealed her collar bones and shoulders teasingly. The knee-length, pleated hem granted her a dignified and elegant look. Surely, the dress was designed by some elite brand.

Exactly five minutes later, Westley slid the door of the wardrobe open, rudely barging in without a warning. He saw that Gabrielle was standing in front of mirror, looking at him with wide eyes.

The dress fitted her perfectly. It outlined the shape of her breasts and waist elegantly. Her exposed shoulders and slender legs caught his eye. He felt he was enticed by her, but he tried to suppress the feeling. He could not be attracted to Gabrielle.

“You didn’t have to come in here. I’m ready,” Gabrielle said in a small voice, looking at him reluctantly. She didn’t realize she was folding her hands across her chest as if she was naked.

“Didn’t I say I would only give you five minutes? Well, time’s up!”

Westley said cockily.

Gabrielle opened her mouth to say something but suddenly saw what Westley was holding in his hands. He had brought her a necklace and a pair of silver stilettos.

“Westley, I can’t wear this necklace.” The necklace was studded with diamonds. By merely looking at it, she could tell it was extremely expensive. After all, she had graduated majoring in jewelry design. She could tell the authenticity of a piece just by sight.

“I am lending it to you. Keep it safe. If you lose it, you will have to compensate for it. It costs more than a million dollars,”

Westley said matter-of-factly.

“Mr. Morris, don’t you have anything cheaper?” The price of the piece had caught her off guard.

She could probably compensate for a necklace worth a few thousand dollars, but this was too much!

Westley smirked. “This one is the cheapest. Besides, you can’t wear cheap jewelry and go out into the world as my wife! You might be shameless, but I am dignified and respected. Just put it on. It’s not a choice,” Westley said with a sigh. Gabrielle stared at him with her lips pursed, feeling stuck in her place. After a few seconds of silence, Westley spoke again impatiently. “Well? Do you want me to help you put it on?”

Every word he spoke in her direction reeked of disgust. The mere sight of this woman reminded him of Bryce, the arrogant man who had dared to take Nellie away from him. Little did Bryce know that he was only courting his death by doing so.

“No, um…” Gabrielle spoke, stammering. “I’ll wear it myself.” Frightened by his cold gaze, she quickly snatched the necklace from his hands. Breathing quickly, she tried to buckle it up but her hands were hardly functioning in nervousness.

Westley grew even more impatient. Seeing how clumsy she was, his anger started to build up.

“Oh! Give me a break!” he grunted and walked toward her quickly. Flicking her hand aside, he grabbed the hook of the necklace and leaned toward her neck. Gabrielle was even more nervous to be standing so close to him.

“Hold your hair the other way!”

ordered Westley.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll do it!” muttered Gabrielle.

“I don’t like to repeat myself. Do what you’re told!”

Gabrielle swallowed hard and held her hair obediently. She looked up at the mirror and noticed how pale she looked. Gently, she dared to look at the reflection of the man behind her. He had a serious expression on his chiseled face and was very focused on the job at hand.

She could feel his breath on the back of her lean neck

. Despite his rage, Westley noticed how slender and beautiful her neck was.

His fingertips touched her every now and then. They felt rough, exactly how they felt against her face when she was woken up by him.

Her pallor soon turned to a blush.

“I am only helping you wear a necklace, and your face has turned red! Jesus! You are pathetic,” said Westley suddenly, looking at her in the mirror coldly.

He stepped back and put his hands in his pockets. “I hope you can at least put the shoes on yourself. I don’t have any time to waste on you.”

Westley glanced at her bare feet.

As she sat on a stool to wear the shoes, he observed the only thing about Gabrielle worth any merit was her beautiful face and figure.

“This isn’t my size. I’m wearing size 6.5. The size of this pair of shoes is 6.” Gabrielle spoke, wetting her dry lips.

Since the clothes had fit her so well, she had assumed the shoes would too. But sadly, she had to engage a little more with Westley. She couldn’t wait to be done with him!

If it was a pair of ordinary shoes or sneakers, half a size smaller wouldn’t have been a problem. But high-heeled shoes were designed too specifically. It would be really painful if she squeezed her feet in this pair.

“What do you mean? Do you want to pair such a haute couture dress with your ugly roadside sneakers? Or do you want me to buy a new pair of shoes for you now? Gabrielle, don’t flatter yourself.” Gabrielle was surprised that Westley did not even attempt to speak nicely to her. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“No…” She bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly, eyes distant and sad.

“Then put these shoes on quickly. We have to reach the Morris’ Mansion by seven o’clock. It’s already half past six. Are you planning on making the elders wait for you to greet them?”

“No, not at all!”

“Then I should see you downstairs in five minutes. And you know I mean five when I say five!”

Westley then swiftly turned around and headed out.

Gabrielle tried to fit her feet into the shoes, feeling like she was one of Cinderella’s evil stepsisters. Her feet bulged and hurt, turning red.

She almost gave up trying but remembered Westley’s angry face. She couldn’t afford to have another argument with him.

She squeezed in both her feet in the shoes, and stood up. The pain shot up her ankles. Every step she took was an ordeal.

She quickly went to the bedside in order to call her brother again.

At the very sight of his picture, Gabrielle’s eyes brimmed with tears.

She dialed his number anxiously, only to find that it was still powered off.

She decided to leave him a text instead. Through her tears, she typed, ‘Bryce, I’m so stressed and sad! Where are you? Why did you take away this horrible man’s fiancee? Due to his blackmailing, I had to marry him! Please come back. I’m afraid I can’t go through this for a long time…’ Gabrielle wiped her tears but her lips continued to quiver.

She exhaled a few times to get a hold of herself. ‘Gabrielle, you cannot cry right now. You have to be strong and wait for Bryce. He will come back! He will come back, ‘ she reassured herself.

With that, she quickly wiped tears off her face. It felt like she was standing on needles, but she persisted and headed downstairs.

Going down the staircase was even more difficult. She winced in pain, trying not to show it on her face.

“Oh, please, Gabrielle!” Westley said mockingly, standing at the end of the staircase. “If you can’t walk, don’t come!”

Westley didn’t feel sorry for her at all.

“I’m fine.” Gabrielle wasn’t one to give up easily.

“If that’s the case, get in the car!”

Westley walked out of the door, and Gabrielle tried her best to speed up and follow him.

He honked the horn endlessly as she lagged behind.

When she finally got in the car, she made sure to sit as far away from him as possible. The car was extremely luxurious, which also made her unaccustomed.

Sharing such a small space with him was suffocating. She looked outside the window pensively, wondering when this charade would come to an end.