Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 122 Caught Red–handed

The trio, Lawrence, Gabrielle, and Macy, were still in the Fragrance Restaurant. They hadn’t placed an order for food yet as Macy and Lawrence first exchanged pleasantries. After hearing what Lawrence had said, Gabrielle opened the menu unceremoniously.

“We‘re ready to make an order. Please serve us specialty dishes except for seafood. Make sure it’s enough for the three of us. Thank you,” she indicated to the waiter with a smile.

“What were the specialty dishes?” Lawrence thought to himself. But he knew that all of them were expensive and delicious. “This girl is good at eating,’ he mused as he smiled to himself.

“Gabrielle, why don’t you like seafood?” he asked with curiosity.

“I’m allergic to it,” she replied without beating around the bush.

She had always been direct when it came to life-saving matters, especially as it concerned her directly. If she ate too much seafood, it would kill her immediately. She didn‘t dare to take the risk

“Now I know. I’ll keep this in mind. From this

moment on, we won’t eat seafood when we go out for lunch,” he said as he looked at her seriously as if he was asking for a reward. 2

“We won’t have any lunch date after this, Lawrence. This is the first and also the last time. So you don’t have to remember that I’m allergic to seafood,” she said to him coldly as she rolled her eyes.

He didn’t care whether she would have a meal with him again later in the future. All he cared about was having a meal with her and for this reason, he would always remember it.

“So tell me, Gabby. What else are you allergic to? I can memorize all now for future purposes,” he asked her seriously. i

She didn’t want to answer such a question.

“Vice Mr. Hughes, are you…” Macy paused for some seconds before she continued, “are you interested in making Gabrielle your woman?” She had observed them for a long time and finally found some clues. She noticed the way he wanted to know all about her.

“Oh my God! Vice Mr. Hughes wants Gabrielle to be his. Just look at him. No matter what she says to him, he doesn’t mind, but accepts them all cheerfully. He is not angry, but happy, as if he was shot by Cupid, ‘Macy thought as she smiled to herself.

could tell that he was in love with Gabrielle. His eyes

is with Gabrielle, then am I related to him too?” she thought

was quite interesting to think about it. She might

said facing her. “There is nothing of

was interested in making me his woman? How can I be his woman?’ she thought to herself.

she has been turning me down. If I need your help, will you be

he was going to ask her more about his object of interest, but as it were,

already in their

Gabrielle than their other classmates because she was closer to her than the others and talked a bit more. But even at that, she didn’t know anything

she belonged to a very powerful family, others said she was adopted as a child bride by a very rich

these were rumors. How could one tell which

since it was related to her life experience, it was better not to ask. If she was her friend, it would come naturally to Gabrielle to let her know. If she never treated her as a friend, she would be asking for too

you’re enjoying each other’s company.” Gabrielle gesticulated with her hands. She took a brief look at him calmly, her emotions were

that he shot another question at her. “Gabby, are you jealous of the way your

looking at her

interacting?” he asked mischievously.

used to call him Mr. Hughes politely, but now she

eat.” He

was a Chinese restaurant. On the second floor opposite the building, there was also a

beside the window on the second

be very captivating to people around him

was a huge difference between the two handsome men. One looked gentle and gentlemanly while the other looked gloomy and cruel.

Brent asked as he took a look at Westley. He was fine when they got here, but all of a sudden, he

out for lunch today to talk about the advertising of the Morris

charge of the advertisement matters of the group. Only the large–scale advertising at the end of each season would be handled by Brent. After several years of cooperation, Westley and Brent had already become friends solely from a pure