Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart Chapter 7 Read Online

Chapter 7 Gabrielle Fainted

Sloane was a good cook, so the three simple dishes and soup she prepared were very delicious. Soon enough, she and Gabrielle sat at the dining table to cat dinner.

“Gabrielle, eat more. I haven’t seen you for only a few days, but you already seem to lose a lot of weight. Is Westley starving you?” As Sloane spoke, she picked up some meat with the chopsticks and put them on Gabrielle’s plate.

Gabrielle was at a loss after hearing what Sloane said. She didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Of course not. Westley gives me enough food. It’s just that I’m worried about Bryce. I don’t know where he is right now, and I can’t get in touch with him.”

Mentioning Bryce’s name made her feel depressed at once. She had been having a hard time sleeping and eating well since he was gone.

Sloane gave her a hesitant look. “Gabrielle, do you still have feelings for Bryce?”

Before she could answer Sloane’s question, her phone suddenly rang loudly.

“Sloane, I’m sorry. I have to answer this first.

Gabrielle put down her chopsticks and

hurried to the living room to get her phone. She silently prayed that it was Bryce this NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

As soon as he called her and was willing to come back, then no matter what he had done before, she would forgive him.

“Hello?”

“It’s me!” A cold and indifferent voice came through from the other end of the line that made Gabrielle shiver.

In her ears, only Westley possessed this kind of voice.

Her

joy

was

“What’s the matter?” extinguished by his voice.

“What’s the matter? What time is it now?”

“It’s… eight o’clock.”

“Don’t you think it’s still early now? Where are you?”

“I’m in…”

But before she could finish her words, he interrupted, “It’s been a long time. Even if you have to crawl, you should have been back home by now. Are you deliberately pissing me off?

“No, I’m not

Gabrielle, make sure that you are home in half an hourl” Westley then hung up the phone without even giving her a chance to Tetort.

Gabrielle stood there in a daze, clutching the phone in her hand. Her body was still trembling. He had just vented his anger on her again

Their marriage was only a pretense, and she was just a substitute wife. Would it make any difference whether she lived at his house at. night or not?

“Gabrielle, what’s wrong? Who called?” Sloane asked with concem when she saw the frightened look on Gabrielle’s face.

When Gabrielle didn’t answer, she asked again, “Was it Westley?”

Gabrielle nodded, “Yes, it was him. He told me to go home in half an hour.”

“Seriously? You haven’t even eaten much yet. Why in such a hurry? Let’s finish our dinner first before you go. Actually, I am thinking of letting you stay here tonight,” Sloane said with a frown.

Gabrielle wanted to stay. But when Westley’s angry face flashed in her mind, she suddenly

had the une to leave at once.

“I’m noty. Slone. I really have to go now. If I’m late, that demon from hell will get angry I’m sure I will suffer a lot if that happens.” She quickly picked up her handbag and was about to leave.

“Let me drive you home then.”

“No, Slonne. Don’t bother. I’ll just take a taxi. I’ll come to see you next time.

Gabrielle then went downstairs in a hurry and hailed a taxi. Fortunately, she arrived in Vineyard Villa, which was their new house. just in time.

“Miss Jones, you’re back.” The moment she entered the villa, Neil, the butler, greeted her.

“Neil, I’m sorry for coming home late,” she immediately apologized.

“Gabrielle! I gave you half an hour to come home. You’re one minute late!” Westley’s cold voice resounded through the house.

Gabrielle subconsciously turned around and saw his tall figure emitting a cold aura.

She was about ten meters away from him, but she felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet, making her tremble.

Westley, I went to…

Gabrielle, if you are wrong. You are WTONE No need to find excuses to explain. Can you cook?” She was about to explain, but he interrupted her rudely. Obviously, he wasn’t interested to hear anything she would say,

Feeling aggrieved, she could only bit her lower lip and shut up. But then, she remembered his question, so she answered, “Yes, I can cook a few dishes.”

“Go and cook. I want dinner to be ready in half an hour. Don’t let me down this time.” Westley then turned around and went back upstairs.

Gabrielle was left in a daze. Did he ask her to go home just to cook for him? Why did he need to be so rude?

Besides, they had several cooks and servants here.

Neil

Gabrielle glanced around and saw walking up to her.

“Miss Jones, the kitchen is over there. Let me take you there.”

Left with no choice, she followed him to the kitchen.

It was her first time to enter this part of the

vill, and she was imazed, it was very S CIOUS, with all kinds of state-of-the-art Kitchen Appliances and utensils. When she opened the fridge. her mouth gaped upon seeing that it was full of supplies and ingredients,

“Miss Janes, do you really know how to cook?” Neil asked tentatively

Since Gabrielle was the daughter of the Jones, he had the impression that she didn’t know anything about household chores. After all, women from affluent families nowadays only loved to party, travel, and go shopping

“Well, yes.”

“All right. I’ll leave you here then. But if you need anything, call me again.”

As soon as Neil left, Gabrielle checked the available ingredients in the fridge. She then took out some shrimps, beef, and vegetables. Then she washed them.

She honed her cooking skills because she had been wanting to cook for Bryce. In fact, his favorite dishes had become her specialties.

For her the saying “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” made sense.

So she wanted to conquer Bryce’s heart through her cooking skills. But unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance to cook for him. She didn’t expect that Westley would be the first man to eat the food she would cook.

Gabrielle took a deep breath. Thinking of Bryce again made her feel depressed

But there was nothing she could do. She cut the beef with so much strength as if it was her way of relieving her emotions.

Westley was actually in a bad mood today. When he returned to his office earlier, he had a video conference with the commerce minister. Then he called for a meeting several times because he was not satisfied with the plans presented by his subordinates. He asked them to revise their presentations until he finally found them acceptable. As a result, all of them had to work overtime. When he came home, Neil told him that Gabrielle was not home yet, so he got angrier.

After taking a shower, Westley decided to go downstairs. He heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen, so he got curious.

He pushed the kitchen door open and walked in. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn’t help asking, “Gabrielle, are you going to demolish this kitchen?” 3

There was silence. But the kitchen counter was in a mess. The vegetables that had not been put in the pot yet scattered on the table. On the floor, Gabrielle lay with her eyes closed and a spatula in het hand. It seemed that she was unconscious.

“Gabrielle!” He called her name loudly. However, she didn’t respond.

Westley walked up to Gabrielle and looked down. “Wake up, Gabrielle. If you don’t want to cook for mne, just tell me. Don’t pretend to be dead.” He squatted down and patted her on the face. But still, there was no response.

“What happened to Miss Jones?” Neil also heard the noise, so he rushed to the kitcherl. He was still in shock to see the scene and he blurted out.

“Her face is so red. Did she get burn or she has a fever?” he muttered subconsciously. When Gabrielle came home just now, he had already noticed that something seemed to be wrong with her.

Westley reached out his hand and touched her forehead. She was so hot that he felt like his hand was scalded. It startled him. She was really sick and not just pretending. He quickly picked her up and walked out of the kitchen.

Before he took her upstairs, he turned to Neil

and said, “Neil, call Remy to come here imengdiately!”