Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 113 You Are So Angry

As soon as Sophie heard the sound of the kitchen knife dropping on the ground, she quickly left the pipe and ran towards the sound. She saw Gabrielle tightly clutching her left hand with her right. Sophie was immediately alarmed by the sight of blood flowing from her injury.

“Gabrielle, are you all right? What should I do? There’s so much blood. I think I’ll need to send you to the hospital now! How about I call Remy over…”

Although Gabrielle was in slight pain, it definitely wasn’t enough to fetch Remy over.

“Sophie, is there a medicine cabinet at home? Gabrielle was keeping a much cooler head than Sophie.

“Yes, there is one at home. I’ll find it for you.” Sophie hurried out of the room.

After having lived here for a few days, Sophie had become very familiar with the house. She knew exactly where everything was and could find it easily

Soon, Sophie came back with a white box containing a family medical kit. However, when she looked at Gabrielle’s hand now, she noticed it was not bleeding as profusely as before.

“Okay. I’ve got the medicine box. Let go of your hand so I can help you stop the bleeding.” Sophie said.

Gabrielle trusted Sophie completely. She loosened

her hand and did as she was instructed. After carefully wiping the blood off the surface of her hand, Sophie unearthed the wound and applied the hemostatic agent on it.

-Gabrielle, the cut is a little serious. We will need to apply some ointment to stop it from bleeding more. How did you get so many cuts?” After Sophie cleaned up all the blood on Gabrielle’s hand, she found that there were three or four small cuts, which had been far more difficult to spot under all that blood

“It doesn’t matter. I just used these knives. But I guess they aren’t very suitable for me. If I use them enough, I’ll be more familiar with them and probably won’t get hurt again,” Gabrielle explained stiffly, knowing how bizarre and farfetched her explanation sounded.

“No, let me prepare the dishes, now. If you hurt your hand again…”

“Sophie, I’m fine. I’ve promised Westley I’ll cook dinner for him, and I want to honor my word,” Gabrielle said firmly, with a sense of determination in her bright and clear eyes.

After being so closely acquainted with Gabrielle over the last couple of days, Sophie had a clearer idea of how stubborn Gabrielle was. She knew it was difficult to change the young lady’s mind after she had made it up

large patch of weeds wouldn’t

you’ll get hurt again.” As she took a step back, Westley’s words flashed across

was afraid that if it went on like this, Gabrielle

was right

cut all the ingredients that I needed. I just need to cook them, now.” Gabrielle tried to

“Okay I have an idea. How about you stand aside and tell me how to do it?

It doesn’t matter at all. Also, Sophie, when you bandage me later, please keep it light and loose. Try to make sure the

was the first time that Sophie had

but this is what I have promised Westley. I

Morris will understand what you mean. He’ll definitely feel your kindness and love towards

Love?

all. How could Gabrielle love Westley? She

didn’t want to

seemed to be

around it, now?” Gabrielle looked at

if it is not properly treated.” Sophie feared that her first-aid administration wouldn’t be up to the mark, so she couldn’t

to do this all the time. It’s all right.” Gabrielle shook her head and firmly

be laughed at by Remy for such a minute injury. It really wasn’t as big as Sophie

let me do the bandage

well. The old maid had, after all, been trained by the Morris family. They were all very proficient

she bandaged

at it and Gabrielle was indeed very satisfied. “Thank you for bandaging my wound, Sophie. Well, I guess, you can leave the kitchen now, and

pretend to be strong, like you always do! Just call me if you need help, okay?”

“I will, Sophie.”

box. She then immediately sent a message

been cut four times while she tried to cook dinner for you. Can’t you see how much she really loves you? Please, you must come back early to dinner tonight. She will

wasn’t interested in texting. Anyone who knew him well knew that if a matter needed urgent attention, they should call, rather

message, he had already had dinner at the