Lock You In My Heart
Chapter 19

Gabrielle was left with no choice. She put on her gloves and quickly peeled a shrimp for Westley. But when she was about to put it into his plate, he stretched out his chopsticks to stop her.

"You're too slow. I don't want to eat it anymore. You can eat it," he said coldly.

"Oh... You want me to eat this?" As she stared at the shrimp in her hand, her face turned pale.

It was as if she was holding some kind of poison.

"Why don't you eat it? After all, you've peeled it yourself," he said indifferently. Although he saw that her face had turned white as a sheet, he didn't mind it.

All of a sudden, Lance pushed his plate in front of her. "Gabrielle, give it to me. I like shrimps."

Everyone sitting at the dining table knew that Gabrielle was allergic to seafood except Westley. She couldn't possibly eat the shrimp in her hand.

Mindy was very happy to know that Westley was not aware that Gabrielle was allergic to seafood.

If he really forced Gabrielle to eat the shrimp, she would probably be sent to the hospital.

When she was a child, she was sent to the emergency room because she accidentally ate a shrimp ball and her throat was so swollen that she almost couldn't breathe.

Before Gabrielle could put down the shrimp on Lance's plate, Westley said calmly, "Lance, I don't like my wife peeling shrimps for other men." His voice was so calm, but there was something in it that could make anyone not dare to disobey him.

"Gabrielle, Westley really cares for you. He let you peel that shrimp so you can eat it. Why don't you just eat it? You can't disappoint him, can you?" Mindy started to fan the flames.

"Mindy, do you know what you're talking about?" Lance shouted angrily.

"But I just don't want to..."

"You two stop arguing. I'll eat it," Gabrielle interrupted. She didn't want to cause trouble. Besides, Westley's deep-set eyes had been staring at her all the time, and it made her feel so uncomfortable.

It seemed that he wouldn't take his gaze away from her until she ate the shrimp.

"But Gabrielle, you are..."

"Lance, it's just a shrimp. I'll be fine," she interrupted with a smile and put the shrimp into her mouth.

Westley was like a ferocious demon. No one could refuse his request. Even if he told her to take poison, she would probably do it.

"Well, I'm full. You guys continue eating. I just need to go to the bathroom." Gabrielle's body was very sensitive, so as soon as she swallowed the shrimp, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Gabrielle, go back to your room first and get some rest." Wendy also felt sorry for Gabrielle. After all, she raised her for twenty years. Even if they were not related by blood, she still cared for Gabrielle.

Gabrielle didn't hesitate anymore. She stood up and directly went upstairs.

Westley now had a rough idea about what was going on. He looked at the shrimp shell on her plate and recalled her reaction just now.

It could be that she was allergic to seafood.

"Westley, I'm sorry. Gabrielle just has this bad habit after eating. Please don't take it to heart," Wendy explained with a smile. She then stood up and poured wine for him.

"Mrs. Jones, don't bother. I have to drive later, so I can't drink," Westley directly refused.

He didn't mind if he sounded rude. He never showed respect to anyone, let alone to the Jones.

"Oh. I actually just want to propose a toast. Westley can have water instead of wine then." Wendy filled his glass with water. Lance also picked up his glass, looked at Westley, and said, "Westley, I hope that you can treat Gabrielle better."

It was obviously some kind of protest, and Westley knew it. But of course, he didn't refuse this time. He took the glass and raised it. "Lance,

you don't need to worry about that. After all, she is my wife now. Whatever I do to her is my own business."

He simply wanted to imply that even if he mistreated Gabrielle, and she died because of it, Lance had nothing to do with it.

"Westley, I have watched Gabrielle grow up. She means a lot to me, so I always want her to be happy,"

Lance said frankly. He could tell at a glance that Westley had no feelings for Gabrielle at all. Westley only wanted to bully her all the time. He even forced her to eat shrimp. Did he want her to die?

"Lance, it's not your obligation to worry about her happiness," Westley retorted with a cold smile.

"Auntie, I'll go upstairs to check on Gabrielle first. Just go on with your meal," Lance said and was about to stand up.

"No, don't bother. I'll go see her." Westley stood up.

"Westley..."

"Lance, take my advice. If you really want Gabrielle to live a happy life, do not intervene in our married life." Westley then turned around and walked to the stairs without giving Lance a chance to say anything more.

"Westley, Gabrielle's room is on the second floor, far left," Wendy immediately reminded him.

Lance's face flushed with anger. He looked at Wendy unhappily and said, "Auntie, you saw what he did just now. He was going to kill Gabrielle!"

"Lance, what are you talking about? Gabrielle has only eaten one shrimp. It won't kill her, okay? At most, she'll have itchy rashes on her body. But she has allergy medicine in her room. That's why I told her to go there. She will be fine." As she spoke, Wendy also sounded unhappy.

She knew that Lance had feelings for Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was an orphan. She couldn't marry into the Jones or the Carter. Thus, her marriage to Westley was the best way to stop whatever Lance felt for her.

"Auntie, don't forget that she almost died when she accidentally ate a shrimp ball when she was a child." Remembering that incident in the past intensified Lance's anger.

"I know that she is not your biological daughter. But you have raised her for twenty years. It's even okay with you that she has to marry Westley. But now, you don't even care about her life?"

"Lance, you're going too far!" Wendy shouted angrily, slamming her chopsticks on the table.

It was only then that Lance calmed down a little. "Auntie, I'm just worried about Gabrielle."

"Am I really that vicious in your eyes? You already said that I've raised her for twenty years. Do you think I will just watch her die?" This time, Wendy's voice also softened.

When Westley reached the door of Gabrielle's room, he found that it was slightly ajar. He gently pushed it open and got in. Her room was simple but clean and orderly. It had a girlish fragrance and a warm atmosphere.

His brows furrowed when he heard some retching noises coming from the bathroom. It didn't sound good at all.

He walked to the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. Gabrielle was squatting in front of the toilet and vomiting. But it seemed that she was not on the verge of dying.

When she finished, she turned around and saw him. She got so scared that she almost fell down.

Fortunately, Westley was quick enough to pull her into his arms. So her body didn't hit the floor.

"Gabrielle, how old are you? You don't even know how to stand firm on your feet?" He let go of her disgustedly.

"You really have the nerve to say that? You're standing at the door of my bathroom without even making a sound. Won't it be strange if I don't get startled?" She glared at him.

"Is it my fault that you were vomiting so loudly that you didn't hear me?" Westley retorted casually.

He was putting the blame on her again.

Wasn't it him who forced her to eat shrimp?