Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 105 Salty Noodles For Westley

The atmosphere between them was tensed. No one spoke for some minutes as none of them wanted to submit to the other. Westley had heard what she said and wanted to make her pay. Gabrielle, on the other hand, wasn’t willing to succumb to what he was telling her to do. He took a quick look at her and sneered, “Gabrielle, this is the only chance you have to make up for what you have done. Are you sure you don’t want to make judicious use of it?”|

She knew what he meant by that statement. She had spoken ill of him behind his back. If she wanted to placate him and make him forgive her, she had to cook for him by herself, without the help of anybody.

That was basically what he wanted. Nothing

“What do you mean, Westley?” she asked, pretending not to understand what he had said.

“Do I look like a maid to this man?” she thought silently. She felt bad and bowed her head for some seconds.

“Gabrielle, are you trying to tell me that you

can’t cook?” he asked her as he peered into her face.

“I can cook, but as you can see, it is not convenient for my hand.”

She raised her hand, which was still wrapped in gauze. It looked pitiful. If he had a little sympathy, he would not insist on her cooking for him to make up for what she had said. But she was wrong because Westley was ruthless and as cruel as death.

“Cook me some noodles,” he ordered her like

“Fine! I’ll do that now.” She had no choice but to cook the noodles. She found her way into the kitchen.

“Gabrielle, I want you to do it by yourself. Ask Sophie to bring me the coffee when she’s done,” he said after her. What he meant was very obvious. He wanted her to cook the meal by herself without any help from Sophie..

How could she refuse? She answered him with a murmur and a nodding of her head.

Not long after she went into the kitchen, Sophie came out with a cup of coffee in her hand. She walked up to him and tried to make him see reasons with her. “Mr. Morris, the injury on Gabrielle’s hand hasn’t fully healed yet. It’s not good for her to cook in

to cook something very easy.” He spoke as if there was nothing wrong with what he had asked her to

felt his emotions. “Mr. Morris, correct me if I’m wrong. I think you want to be closer to

bottom of her heart, she had hoped that

said or insinuated anything of such. Well, there’s nothing for

What do you

the relaxed atmosphere between the both

at all, because he would

chance for Gabrielle to prove herself. Let her do

do anything stupid to hurt his wife, so

I’ll go to my room now. But in case you need anything, let me

out unless I ask you to. Do you understand?” Westley planned to teach Gabrielle a lesson later. It was not a good habit to speak ill of others when

she was a

hear? What is he planning to do to Gabrielle?’ she thought

to follow my order? What are you still waiting for?” He contorted his face in a frown when he saw that she still

I am willing. I’m going back to my Toom now,” she said

sat where he was quietly and sipped his coffee. Then he waited for Gabrielle to come out of the kitchen with the

wave of resentment in front of the stove, waiting for the water to boil before she could put the

more she thoug it about Westley’s authoritative attitude towards her, and the way he treated her like

she became

of salt into

came out with a bowl of noodles in her hands. The noodle was bland. It was purely water and

He looked away from the bowl of noodles and planced at

cook you some noodles? This is the best I can do!” she

thrown 90 much salt into it. ‘It trust be very salty,’ she thought

he almost spit it out. But he was too smart to do such a shameful thing, so he didn’t spit it out. Instead, he endured the uncomfortable taste and swallowed it painfully. Then