Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart Chapter 430

Cherie stood there, staring at Gabrielle sullenly. “Gabrielle, it is you who always bear a grudge against me, not the other way around,” Cherie said.

“Cherie, you always want to buy whatever I fancy. It’s like you gravitate towards anything I like. Who among us do you think is the one bearing a grudge? If I say I want everything in this shop, will you purchase them all?” Gabrielle asked Cherie calmly. Cherie was acting like a victim all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong with that? I can afford them, so I can buy these things if I want, and you don’t have any say in it. If you can afford them too, then I’m not stopping you from buying as well. If you can buy everything here, then you go ahead,” Cherie arrogantly said with a shrug. She was openly challenging Gabrielle.

Gabrielle sighed. ‘Didn’t Cherie do it on purpose? It has happened too many times to think of it as a coincidence. Does she hate me that much?’

Gabrielle scoffed. She couldn’t help but admire Cherie when she said she would buy all the lighters of this shop. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

It didn’t matter how much they would cost. Cherie could buy whatever struck her fancy. The thing was, what did she buy all those lighters for?

A lighter here wasn’t a necessity. If she bought all of them, she couldn’t even use them all up. What was Cherie thinking? She might be insane.

Gabrielle wouldn’t go that far. She refused to compete with Cherie like this.

“Cherie, I’m not in the mood to play such boring games with you. Since you want to buy them, then go and buy them all. I’ll go to another shop to buy one, or do you plan to buy all the lighters in the city

today?” Gabrielle raised her eyebrows and looked at Cherie, wondering if she was going to make things difficult for her today. It wasn’t beyond Cherie to do something so petty.

Cherie was initially stunned when she heard what Gabrielle said. Suddenly, something flared in her eyes—a flash of ruthlessness—that surprised Gabrielle and took her aback.

“Gabrielle, what the hell do you want from me?” Cherie asked Gabrielle first. Her tone became increasingly cold and vicious. She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed Gabrielle up and down.

The question baffled Gabrielle. She tilted her head to the side and looked at Cherie in confusion.

“Cherie, what do you mean? Can you make it clearer? What do I want? What can I do to you? Really?” Gabrielle didn’t know what to make of it. Was Cherie being deliberately cryptic? What was this?

Gabrielle hated it when people said anything puzzling and unclear. She always preferred those who were direct and straightforward. Cherie was playing the victim card, which only disgusted Gabrielle.

“What do I mean? Stop acting innocent and then taking others’ kindness for granted. You never appreciate anything like that at all!” Cherie kept blaming Gabrielle. She was so tunnel-sighted, and she felt like everything Gabrielle did was wrong.

Gabrielle’s initial irritation gave way to total confusion. She had no idea what she did wrong, what Cherie thought she did to warrant such accusation. Somehow, it made Gabrielle feel bad.

There should always be a reason why people treated others like this. It was too unjust to accuse someone of doing something when that person had no idea what it was. If Gabrielle had done anything to offend Cherie, she should have just said it clearly!

What was more, Cherie was always against her. She always seized every opportunity to bring Gabrielle down and make trouble for her. Cherie was also impressively good at exaggerating things and blowing

them out of proportion.

Last time, it was about the dress, and now, it was the lighter. What was wrong with Cherie? Was it because she was used to hating Gabrielle no matter where they were?

“Cherie, you need to give a valid reason before you pronounce someone guilty. Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making up these stories?” Gabrielle couldn’t rein in her frustration anymore. She hated it when people went above and beyond to make trouble for her.

“Gabrielle, Lance has always been so good to you. Why are you taking it for granted? You selfishly enjoy his kindness, but you never think of giving back to him!” Cherie was red in the face, and her voice was getting louder.

Suddenly, something clicked in Gabrielle’s mind.

Sure enough, it was related to Lance again. The animosity between her and Cherie usually stemmed from anything and everything related to Lance.

“Cherie, Lance has always been nice to me. He’s been concerned for my welfare since I was a child. What’s the point of asking me this no

w? Why don’t you just go to him and tell him to stop being so good to me instead of constantly making trouble for me whenever we meet?” Gabrielle didn’t wait for Cherie to explain further. She turned around and was about to leave.

She didn’t want to buy the lighter here anymore, so she decided to try a different shop instead.

She had already decided to buy a Christmas gift for Westley, so she wanted to pick something that was personal and reflected her sincerity. If ever she didn’t find anything that satisfied her, she would have lunch with Melissa first, then she would spend the entire afternoon carefully choosing the gift.

Gabrielle knew she would find something to her liking.

“Don’t be so smug!” Cherie clenched her fist and widened her eyes at Gabrielle. Her fury was now in full force.

Gabrielle was shocked at Cherie’s open hostility. Even so, she didn’t take the bait. She simply walked towards the silk scarf shop without stopping.

She was not smug. She always kept a low profile, and she was conscious of her actions—that she wouldn’t offend anyone or act arrogant.

However, since Cherie couldn’t win Lance’s love and affection, she kept on finding fault with others. Instead of reflecting on herself, Cherie became hateful.

Even if she could get rid of Gabrielle, there would be another woman by Lance’s side. Cherie was acting like Gabrielle was the root cause of her emotional suffering.

If Cherie didn’t do anything to improve herself—attitude-wise—she would never be Lance’s girlfriend. She could wear the fanciest clothes and most expensive jewels, and Lance still wouldn’t reciprocate her love.

“Did you hear what I said?” Gabrielle ignored Cherie. She realized this conversation was going nowhere. Cherie, who was looking at Gabrielle’s retreating back, smoldered with resentment.

Cherie hurried over and grabbed Gabrielle’s arm, as if she was willing to turn this into a physical fight.

Gabrielle first stared at Cherie’s hand on her arm before her eyes landed on Cherie’s flushed face.

“Cherie, this is a shopping mall—a public place with lots of people around. Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want to be humiliated here? If you want to act like a woman without class or breeding,

then go ahead. Don’t involve me in this undignified actions of yours. I have no interest in whatever you want to accomplish, so let go of me!” Gabrielle’s voice was low, but the threat was unmistakable. There was no need to be polite if Cherie was acting so immature and unseemly.

“Gabrielle, I just want…” Cherie withdrew her hand slowly and seemed to be at a loss for words. She looked like she was in a dilemma.

Gabrielle finally understood what was going on. Cherie didn’t mean her any harm. She needed Gabrielle’s help, but she didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Cherie, if you have something to tell me, just tell me directly and politely. We are not enemies. I have nothing against you. There’s no need to act like two people who deeply hate each other.” Gabrielle rubbed her arm that Cherie grabbed and pulled. Cherie was petite, but her strength was quite admirable.

“Gabrielle, I just want to ask you a question. I hope you can answer me honestly. Don’t you really like Lance? The kind of love that a woman reserves for her man?” Cherie hesitated for a long time, but she finally found the courage to speak directly.

Cherie had known it for a long time that Lance liked Gabrielle. Although they were cousins on paper, the two of them were not related by blood at all. So it was not surprising that Lance ended up having feelings for Gabrielle.

For example, Gabrielle had loved Bryce—the man she called brother for many years.

Gabrielle didn’t expect such a question from Cherie, so she looked at Cherie uneasily. Gabrielle shifted her weight.

The atmosphere between the two became so awkward that the silence stretched on. After what seemed like an eternity, Gabrielle opened her mouth and spoke slowly.

“Cherie, Lance is my cousin. I have always respected him, and I’m thankful for his kindness. Now I’m Westley’s wife, and I’ll be loyal to my husband. Do you understand?” Cherie even asked her if she liked Lance the way a woman liked a man…

Gabrielle looked at Cherie helplessly and smiled. How could she ask such a stupid question? If Gabrielle felt that way about Lance, they would have been a couple since a long time ago.

“I’ll be totally relieved if you really treat Lance as your brother,” Cherie said in a soft voice. She finally felt at ease, as if a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders.