Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Gabrielle Being A Peeper Westley’s eyes were dark and distant, like a deep lake whose lakebed hid mysteriously, fascinating people to dive Therefore, when he unexpectedly opened his eyes, Gabrielle was stunned under his gaze. She was staring at his face without moving! Now he had caught @ red handed, peeping at him.

“Do I look handsome” Suddenly, Westley parted his lips and asked. “Damn it! He really thinks I am a peeper.”

“Well, yes. You have a superstar’s face and the body of a model.” Gabrielle solemnly stated a fact, which was neither flattery nor ingratiation.

He was more handsome than most male celebrities. Even though he could have had a celebrity career based on his appearance, Westley became a successful businessman because of his intellect. He was so perfect that people 1 EEE were jealous of him.

However, life was not always a bed of roses for everyone. God gave all kinds of advantages to the person He liked, for example.

Westley. And that same God could also bring disaster to the person He didn’t like, like Gabrielle.

Of course, every experience was a rare memory for Gabrielle, whether it was good or bad.

“Only you compliment me like this.” The comers of Westley’s lips twitched slightly. He was satisfied with her praise. Although many people admired his looks and gave him compliments, he didn’t care about them at all. 10 “Well, are you please with my praise?” Gabrielle still kept a thoughtful look on her face.

Westley didn’t answer such a stupid question and just kept looking at her quietly.

After their car arrived at the parking lot of Lane Island, they got off the car and walked through a big slate.

At that time, the whole place was brightly lighted and bustling with a big crowd of people. Gabrielle cautiously stole a glance at the expression of the tall and handsome man next to her. Westley was wearing a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his tall nose. Although Gabrielle couldn’t see the emotions in his eyes, she knew he mustn’t like it here.

The more Gabrielle thought about it, the more she felt she had made a mistake, bringing him here for dinner. Westley was way too elegant for a place like this. Even watching him walk here was weird.

“Westley, how about... We go somewhere else?”

“Which restaurant are you taking me to?” Westley noticed the carefulness in her eyes. So, he asked, kind of assuring her that he was fine.

He knew what she was up to, but it wasn’t right. ‘How can she change her mind after we’ve already arrived at the place?

“Akiba’s barbecue restaurant is the best barbecue stall on this island. It has been serving for almost thirty years that makes it older than me.” Gabrielle chuckled, “Akiba is the best cook, and his barbecue stall is the best among all the stalls I’ve eaten from here. So, that’s where we are going. Let’s go.” Gabrielle happily led him forward After a while, it became more crowded, and people stumbled and bumped into them. Gabrielle was carefully avoiding them until she was pulled closer and held tightly by a hand. 2 “Westley, I can walk by myself.” Gabrielle was visibly embarrassed.

Fortunately, the people there didid pay much attention to the upper class. So, they had no interest in Westley’s easily recognizable face of the way he was holding Gabrielle. Food was more important to them “You will get knocked into the river. I will have to go down to save you. We both will get wet. It’s all too troublesome, actually. So, I’ll hold you, for you to lead the way.”

Westley calmly found an excuse.

Gabrielle felt like she was just being regarded as an idiot. ‘How the hell will I get knocked into the river while walking?

Nevertheless, holding his big hand indeed made her feel warm and sale. “Just hold it, Gabrielle,’ she silently convinced herself.

Alvin, the bachelor, who was following them, felt that Westley and Gabrielle’s behavior mentally abused him. If not for hunger, he would not have got out of the car or followed them to eat.

Akiba’s barbecue restaurant was a famous barbecue restaurant on the island. It was at the end of the island. Akiba had been a fisherman before, and he built a two-story building after fishing prohibition. So, he turned the ground floor into a barbecue stall and started living on the second floor with his wife.

Over the years, the island was vigorously renovated. The qulcomes were pretty good, bringing in clean place without garbage, not like the way it had been scattered everywhere before.

Only after the cleanup did Gabrielle think that it was acceptable to bring Westley here. If the place would still be messy and dirty like the way it was when she worked here, she wouldn’t dare to bring him here.

“Here we are, Westley.” Gabrielle led him towards Akiba’s barbecue restaurant.

Both the inside and outside of the restaurant were bustling with people.

The smell of the barbecue was so pleasant that Gabrielle couldn’t wait anymore. She had been starving, and on top of that, the smell of food made her mouth water.

“Wait a minute. I’ll check if there is any table available.” Gabrielle was about to let go of Westley’s hand, but his firm grip stopped her.

“Alvin, go and find a table. If you can’t find one, don‘t eat anything.” Westley ordered Alvin.

“I’m on it, Mr. Morris.” Algih immediately took the order to and a table, but Gabrielle stopped m.

“Let me, please. I know this place and the owner here, Akiba very well. Even if the restaurant doesn’t have any available seats, he can find us the best ones.” With a mysterious smile, Gabrielle gently let go of Westley’s hand and went inside to look for Akiba.

Looking at Gabrielle’s happy expressions, Westley was confused. She seemed to be quite familiar with this place.

The Jones family appeared to have nothing to do with this kind of place. But even after being the adopted daughter of the Jones family. Gabrielle knew how to grow flowers in Half Moon Bay and vegetables in the Isido Mount. She was also aware of barbecue stalls. ‘What else is left that she can’t do?’

Gabrielle was like a mysterious Pandora’s box. Westley wondered that what more about her he was going to find out.. Gabrielle happily ran straight into the kitchen to look for Akiba, who was busy barbequing. He and his wife managed this restaurant. Their children worked in other cities after they graduated and seldom came back “Akiba, I’m here!” Gabrielle shouted happily “Hey, isn’t this our little Gabrielle? It’s been a long time since you’ve been here. I thought you forgot us.” Akiba was glad to see her. He talked with her, his hand never leaving the barbecue.

“Oh, how can I possibly forget you? By the way, I brought two friends with me here today to eat your barbecue. But, there’s no empty table downstairs.” Gabrielle pouted and looked at him innocently.

While she was showing her grievance, Akiba’s wife came out with food. She was also surprisingly happy to see Gabrielle.

“Gabrielle, you are here! Oh, it’s been so long. Come and eat something. Ask Akiba to make barbeque for you.” “Gabrielle, take your friends upstairs and order whatever you and your friends want to eat. There is a soup cooked in the pottery jar and porridge 100. If you are in a hurry, come downstairs and serve them yourself.” Aluba smiled at her.

“Okay, let me settle my friends in, then.” Gabrielle happily walked out of the kitchen “Westley! Alvin! Let’s go upstairs.” Gabrielle led the two of them upstairs through the main hall.

There were four rooms on the second floor. Gabrielle knew which one they could use to sit in and eat. Without hesitation, she opened the door of one room. It was a small living room, with a sofa, a tea table, a TV, and no other furniture “This is the one. Come on. We are enjoying the VIP room, and it’s Our privilege.” Gabrielle proudly entered the room and asked them to join in.

“Miss Jones, is this the owner’s private living room? Are we really allowed to come in?” Alvin became a little uneasy.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay. I’m familiar with this place. It’s just like home for me.” A bright smile appeared on Gabrielle’s face. “Why are you so familiar with this place, Gabrielle?” Putting one hand in his pocket, Westley patronjzingly looked at her in a commanding anner. ‘How could a barbecue stall have anything to do with Gabrielle?’ He couldn’t stop the confusing thought.