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

 very easy.” He spoke as if there was nothing wrong with what he had

was more to this from the way he talked about it. She felt his emotions. “Mr. Morris, correct me if I’m wrong. I think you want to be closer to Gabrielle. But

sincere in her statement because from the bottom of her heart, she had hoped that the two of them could get along with

her?” he asked her in surprise. “I never said or insinuated anything of such. Well, there’s nothing for

do you want to eat? Just tell me and I’ll cook it

not to ruin the relaxed

 because he would never let anyone influence his

is a chance for Gabrielle to prove herself. Let her do it. Go back

 that he wouldn’t do anything stupid to hurt his wife,

 Mr. Morris. I’ll go to my room now. But in

hear, don’t come 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

heard this, she was a little

planning to do to Gabrielle?’ she

still waiting for?” He contorted his face in a frown when he

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

coffee. Then he waited for Gabrielle to come

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

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

she became

a handful of salt into

noodles in her hands.

noodles looked, his appetite died instantly. He looked away from the bowl of noodles and planced at her indifferently. “Gabrielle, can you cook? Is this how good

me to cook you some noodles? This is

thrown 90 much salt into it. ‘It trust be

was too smart to do such a shameful thing,