Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart Chapter 415

Vivian’s smile faded. She raised her brow and spoke in a flat tone.

“I told Jason about the event. But we all know he’s a busy man. He has his hands full, so he can’t make it here.” Vivian raised the corners of her mouth, trying to make herself smile. She was hoping they wouldn’t see through her lies.

The truth was that she had no idea where Jason was, but, of course, she didn’t want to admit it— especially not to them.

Except for matters at work, she was almost like a stranger to Jason. There was no need for him to tell her about his whereabouts, and she didn’t have the right to ask him, either.

“That makes sense. If he could, Mr. Foster would definitely be here with Vivian.”

“Since the two of them are so close, surely, they will take part in activities like this together. Right?”

While Vivian played the charade, Gabrielle was following Kendal, who had already gone inside the center of the banquet with Lolita. When they got there, they were quickly surrounded by the crowd.

If it weren’t for Kendal’s escort, the rest of the men would have approached and tried to chat with Gabrielle and Lolita. Both of them were beautiful in their own way—one looked exquisite and ravishing while the other looked sweet.

Whether those guys knew Kendal or not, they were both scared and intimidated by him. They could only appreciate the beauties from a distance instead—with jealousy and envy flaring in their eyes. They collectively wondered how this man was lucky enough to bring two of the most stunning women they had ever seen with him.

Pretty soon, they found a chance to hit on the women. Kendal was about to take an important phone call outside. The other men were hovering a few feet away, waiting for the first opportunity to talk to

Gabrielle and Lolita.

Before leaving, Kendal looked at his companions and cautioned them seriously.

“Lolita, Gabrielle, maybe you two can take a look at the jewelry and design drawings over there. I have to answer this call, and I can’t hear anything with all these noises. I’ll be back soon, and don’t entertain strangers.” Kendal gave them a look of extreme concern. He also eyed the other men who were openly staring at Gabrielle and Lolita.

One of the women he was with was his cousin, and the other was Mrs. Morris. There was no way he could take them even more seriously.

“We aren’t kids anymore, and it’s supposed to be the two of us attending this event. We don’t need your company, okay? Go and answer the call, but don’t tell them I’m in Antawood.” Lolita waved dismissively, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She was afraid that the call might be from her parents, so she had to remind Kendal—just in case.

“Fine. I will be back soon.” With a slight incline of his head, Kendal went out.

“You look so pretty today, Gabrielle—totally the queen of this event. Did you notice that a bunch of men have been staring at you since we came here? If Kendal wasn’t with us, they would have approached you the moment you stepped into the room. Mr. Morris was right. He foresaw that this would happen and asked Kendal to look after you.” Lolita grabbed Gabrielle’s hand and sighed delightedly. She scanned the crowd and tried to observe all the attendees. Some of them didn’t bother hiding the fact that they were giving Gabrielle an assessing look.

After realizing that Kendal was no longer with them, a couple of men were itching to come over and introduce themselves. They all wanted to be the first to impress the women.

“We’re here for the jewelry exchange meeting. Let’s go and check the jewelry and design drawings over there. All of them were designed for the new season or Christmas, and we might learn a lot from those sketches.” Gabrielle was not in the mood to gossip and socialize. She was here for one purpose —to learn. She didn’t have time to pay attention to the men around them.

At the other side of the room, there was a row of display boxes full of newly designed jewelry specifically for the new season and Christmas. This was their debut. The wall next to the displays featured the original design drawings made by several jewelry designers. Gabrielle felt like a kid in a candy store. She was so excited to explore.

“Learning is important, of course, but in this kind of event, aren’t we supposed to socialize and connect with others in our industry too?” Lolita widened her eyes at Gabrielle, making sure her friend understood her meaning.

Gabrielle actually knew what Lolita meant. She also understood another less obvious purpose of this exchange, which was to interact with their peers and make as many connections as they possibly could.

Gabrielle sig

hed. She didn’t need to do that stuff. She only came here to see the designs and actual jewelries. Gabrielle wasn’t the least bit interested in making friends.

Gabrielle turned to watch the other attendees. There were so many glittering jewelries everywhere— different styles, shapes, and sizes. People were wearing expensive clothes and shining jewels draped over their necks. They were chatting in groups of three or five, each of them holding a champagne flute. Gabrielle was disappointed to see that no one else really came here for the jewelry, let alone exchange ideas on designing. They were here to chat, socialize, and bond.

Gabrielle was the total opposite. She had a goal, and she wanted to learn as much as she could. The drawings by masters in the field were rare and not easily accessible. To Gabrielle, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she didn’t dare waste it.

“Gabrielle, you’re really born to design jewelry. You can’t even take your eyes away from them, can you? You know, there are lots of cute guys here, and you’re not even going to say hi to them?” Lolita brought two glasses of champagne and handed one to her. She smirked teasingly at Gabrielle.

“Thanks, but I’m here just for the jewelry, not socializing. It doesn’t matter to me how they look—I’m not interested either way.” Gabrielle sipped her champagne, her eyes still glued to the display boxes. She wondered how these people could ignore those and prefer to chat instead.

The display was so impressive. These were masterpieces specially designed by the masters.

“Anyway, you’re right, though. You already have Mr. Morris, quite possibly the sexiest and most handsome man alive. It makes sense that you don’t bother yourself with other men. They look average at best compared to him.” Lolita thought if she had a husband like Mr. Morris, she wouldn’t pay any attention to other men either. They would pale in comparison to him.

She didn’t know if she would ever meet such a guy. But if she did, she would undoubtedly be willing to give up looking at the rest of the male population.

“Westley would love to hear that, but, too bad he isn’t here,” Gabrielle said to Lolita, giggling and imagining Westley hearing Lolita’s compliments. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Lolita responded with a smile. She loved this side of Gabrielle. “Actually, I didn’t plan on saying that to Mr. Morris but to you. Ugh, I totally envy you for having such an excellent husband—perfect in every way. Now I can understand why you don’t want to make your relationship public.”

If it was up to Lolita, she would also want to hide Westley away from the prying eyes of the public. She would have no intention of sharing him with others, especially the women.

It was perhaps the same with Westley. After all, Gabrielle was pretty and talented. He probably also considered hiding her away and not showing her to anyone.

‘Aren’t they a wonderful couple?

No wonder they’re a perfect match.’

“He didn’t do it because of me, Lolita. We’ll make it public after I officially graduate from college.” Gabrielle frowned because she wasn’t sure about that. She had no idea why she just said that.

They didn’t make their marriage public not because she still hadn’t graduated but because they got married for atonement, not love. It was something they both weren’t ready to divulge to other people.

Well, at least, that was their reason initially. As time passed by, however, Gabrielle had gotten used to it and decided to just let things be. She liked the peace it gave her.

It was kind of complicated. She might not be able to fully explain to Lolita, and there might be misunderstandings.

“That’s okay. As long as you two are happy, it doesn’t matter whether people know or not. You aren’t celebrities, so you don’t have to pretend that you’re single to avoid losing fans and continue making money. You don’t need to make your relationship public during a press conference, either. There’s no point.” Lolita had thought this through. Gabrielle and Westley were regular citizens who lived normal lives. Although Westley was a well-known figure, there was no need to take his so-called fans too seriously. He was popular, sure, but he wasn’t actually a celebrity.

With Westley’s background, he didn’t have to care about what other people thought. He could do anything he wanted. He had that luxury.

They continued to keep it a secret probably to protect Gabrielle. Once everyone found out she was Mrs. Morris, people would treat her differently for sure.

“All I can say is Mr. Morris loves you so much, and he doesn’t want you wronged or hurt,” Lolita told Gabrielle, smiling in admiration.