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.

tell that he was in love

Hughes is with Gabrielle, then am I

interesting to think about it. She might be

Gabrielle said facing her. “There is nothing of that sort going on.” Gabrielle perished

making me his woman? How can I be his woman?’ she thought to herself. There was nothing like that and

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

She realized that he was going to ask her more about his object of interest, but as it were, she was also a little clueless. Although they had been classmates in college for more than three years now, she didn’t know

were already

she was closer to her than the others and talked a bit more. But even at that, she didn’t know

very powerful family, others said she

were rumors. How could one tell which was

with a topic as sensitive as this 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

two can have lunch together since you’re enjoying each other’s company.” Gabrielle gesticulated with her hands. She took a brief

he shot another question at her. “Gabby, are you

looking at her

interacting?” he asked mischievously.

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

He immediately raised his hands

a Chinese restaurant. On the second floor opposite the building,

 were two calm and handsome men sitting at a table beside the window on the second floor. Their

choice. In this part of the world, people were judged by their looks. Whether men or women, any good-looking person would be very captivating to people around him or her. But fortunately for them, the female guests

between the two handsome men. One looked gentle and gentlemanly while the other looked gloomy and cruel. The latter also kept looking

you seen someone you know?” Brent asked as he took a look at Westley. He was fine when they got here, but all of

was the president of Ordest Advertising. He had asked Westley out for lunch today to talk about the

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