Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 273 He Is Back

Glancing at the woman in white bakery clothes, Westley knew at once that it Wis Gabrielle. It didn’t matter at all that she was about ten meters away or that She was at the other side of the plass.

He shook his head slowly. She had become a baker in the few days he was away. She never ceased to amaze him.

Sometimes, he liked to imagine that his wife metamorphosed every day into things he never knew she was

“Mr. Morris, that is Miss Jones in a baker’s uniform. Is she also a baker?” Alviri äsked, his forehead creased in surprise. I

Gabrielle had always left him surprised, having changed his impression of the rich lady

She was indeed a different species of rich lady, one he had never seen before. She was the adopted daughter of the Jones family, yet she seemed so omnipotent, so capable of doing almost everything

He had seen her cook, Liow flowers and vegetables and do the most common things. Now here she was, making cakes.

She seemed to know everything

Alvin found Gabrielle quite an impressive woman.

“If you ask me, who should I ask?” Westley muttered coldly.

He had thought she would be so worried about furn when he was away, but it Seerried she wasn’t. Instead, she looked so happy without him.

“Mr. Morris,” Alvin called quietly.

“Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?” His boss was silent for a while in which Alvin bit his lips. Although he knew he ought to mind his own business, his curiosity to know more about Gabrielle and Westley was getting the better of him.

“Go on,” Westley said finally, his voice cold as he gazed at the woman in the cake shop.

At first, Gabrielle was talking with another girl wearing the bakery uniform.

Then she tumed to a male Euest and began to chat with him.

to face Alvin now; he didn’t

ever give

that this question was i reckless one and would annoy Wesley. Yet, he couldn’t

Westley sat up, startled slightly. He couldn’t understand what the

whether he gave

Miss Jones is Working here because she doesn’t have enough money to take care of herself Obviously, if you give her pocket money. she won’t want to work to get money. I understand

Vor

 hearing him talk would think Westley was indeed one who treated his wife

– the whole picture in itself. Ore would only assume that this woman was working to support

now, Mr. Morris,” Alvin continued, Scratching his

For all I care, it’s her own business that she wants to work. I’m sure she is only working here so that she can meet other men,” he said, throwing a dark look at Gabrielle again. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat as he watched her chat on with the male guest with an eternal and flattering smile

at Westley. shocked. What did he mean by saying he was sure she was only working here so that she

meet other men?

Was he jealous?

Jones,” Alvin said in a calm voice. “She is not that kind of a person. Gabrielle was really not that kind of person, and Alvin

good natured and lively person, but she wasn’t promiscuous at all. Alvin could lay his head on

so much,” Westley said in a

had to be careful not to exasperate his boss who already was angry. It would be so disastrous

Mr. Morris, Alvin mumbled. afraid to say anything

don’t sit there talking nonsense!”

the black commercial vehicle drove off, Gabrielle packaged the cake and handed

bade

the road when the guest had left. All the while she had been attending to him, she had had this

had really been watching her. When it was six o’clock, Gabrielle changed

get home, take your bath and have some ICSI. Standing all day is not an easy thing at all.

you, Sandra. But I can’t take

have them,

family try them out.” insisted softly. pushing

Sandra es into

cakes wynote. So