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

that there 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

of her heart, she had

be closer to her?” he asked her in surprise. “I never said or insinuated anything of such. Well, there’s nothing for you to do here. You can go back to your room

for her to cook with her hands. What do you want to

suggested cautiously trying not to ruin the relaxed atmosphere between the both

by him at all, because he would never let anyone influence his decision,

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

do anything stupid to hurt his wife, so she

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

I need you to do is that no matter what happens, no matter what you hear, don’t come out unless I ask you to. Do

this, she was

what I hear? What is he planning to

you still waiting for?” He contorted his face in a frown when he saw that she

to my Toom now,” she said as she turned around and went back to her

sipped his coffee. Then he waited for Gabrielle to come out of the kitchen with the

resentment in front of the stove, waiting for the

towards her, and the way he treated her like a servant,

she became

handful of salt

finished his coffee, she came out with a bowl of noodles in her hands. The noodle was bland. It was purely water and noodles without any

 uw how the noodles looked, his appetite died instantly. He looked away from the bowl of noodles and planced at her indifferently. “Gabrielle, can

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

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

smart to do such a shameful thing, so he didn’t spit it out. Instead, he