Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 105 Read Online

Chapter 105 Salty Noodles For Westley The atmosphere between them was tensed. No one spoke for some minutes as none of them wanted to submit to the other.

Westley had heard what she said and wanted to make her pay. Gabrielle, on the other hand, wasn’t willing to succumb to what he was telling her to do. He took a quick look at her and sneered, “Gabrielle, this is the only chance you have to make up for what you have done. Are you sure you don’t want to make judicious use of it?”|

She knew what he meant by that statement. She had spoken ill of him behind his back. If she wanted to placate him and make him forgive her, she had to cook for him by herself, without the help of anybody.

That was basically what he wanted. Nothing “What do you mean, Westley?” she asked, pretending not to understand what he had said.

“Do I look like a maid to this man?” she thought silently. She felt bad and bowed her head for some seconds.

“Gabrielle, are you trying to tell me that you can’t cook?” he asked her as he peered into her face.

“I can cook, but as you can see, it is not convenient for my hand.”

She raised her hand, which was still wrapped in gauze. It looked pitiful. If he had a little sympathy, he would not insist on her cooking for him to make up for what she had said. But she was wrong because Westley was ruthless and as cruel as death.

“Cook me some noodles,” he ordered her like “Fine! I’ll do that now.” She had no choice but to cook the noodles. She found her way into the kitchen.

“Gabrielle, I want you to do it by yourself. Ask Sophie to bring me the coffee when she’s done,” he said after her. What he meant was very obvious. He wanted her to cook the meal by herself without any help from Sophie..

How could she refuse? She answered him with a murmur and a nodding of her head.

Not long after she went into the kitchen, Sophie came out with a cup of coffee in her hand. She walked up to him and tried to make him see reasons with her. “Mr. Morris, the injury on Gabrielle’s hand hasn’t fully healed yet. It’s not good for her to cook in “I know, that’s why I asked her to cook something very easy.” He spoke as if there was nothing wrong with what he had asked her to do. 1 Sophie could tell that there was more to this from the way he talked about it. She felt his emotions. “Mr. Morris, correct me if I’m wrong. I think you want to be closer to Gabrielle. But you can use a more tender approach. This method isn’t the best for you both.”

She was very sincere in her statement because from the bottom of her heart, she had hoped that the two of them could get along with each other.

“Sophie, who told you that I want to be closer to her?” he asked her in surprise. “I never said or insinuated anything of such.

Well, there’s nothing for you to do here. You can go back to your room and rest.” He urged her to leave.

“Mr. Morris, it is difficult for her to cook with her hands. What do you want to eat? Just tell me and I’ll cook it for you,”

Sophie suggested cautiously trying not to ruin the relaxed atmosphere between the both of them But her subtlety wasn’t appreciated by him at all, because he would never let anyone influence his decision, not even her.

“This is a chance for Gabrielle to prove herself. Let her do it. Go back to your room and rest,” he said calmly.

She knew that he wouldn’t do anything stupid to hurt his wife, so she didn’t say anything else.

“Okay. Mr. Morris. I’ll go to my room now. But in case you need anything, let me know,” she said with concern.

“Sophie, what I need you to do is that no matter what happens, no matter what you hear, don’t come out unless I ask you to. Do you understand?” Westley planned to teach Gabrielle a lesson later. It was not a good habit to speak ill of others when they were not within earshot..

When she heard this, she was a little scared.

“No matter what I hear? What is he planning to do to Gabrielle?’ she thought to herself “Sophie, are you hesitating to follow my order? What are you still waiting for?” He contorted his face in a frown when he saw that she still stood where she was, not willing “Of course, I am willing. I’m going back to my Toom now,” she said as she turned around and went back to her todini.

He sat where he was quietly and sipped his coffee. Then he waited for Gabrielle to come out of the kitchen with the floodles.

Gabrielle stood with a wave of resentment in front of the stove, waiting for the water to boil before she could put the noodles in.

The more she thoug it about Westley’s authoritative attitude towards her, and the way he treated her like a servant, the analer she became She threw a handful of salt into the pot.

By the time he finished his coffee, she came out with a bowl of noodles in her hands. The noodle was bland. It was purely water and noodles without any vegetables or eggs.

When he uw how the noodles looked, his appetite died instantly. He looked away from the bowl of noodles and planced at her indifferently. “Gabrielle, can you cook? Is this how good you are?” he asked, looking at her in disdain “Didn’t you ask me to cook you some noodles? This is the best I can do!” she said without The main issue was that she had thrown 90 much salt into it. ‘It trust be very salty,’ she thought to herself.cz Westley didn’t respond. He picked up the chopsticks and tried a bit. It was so salty that he almost spit it out. But he was too smart to do such a shameful thing, so he didn’t spit it out. Instead, he endured the uncomfortable taste and swallowed it painfully.

Then he put down his chopsticks.

“Is the noodles not well cooked? Well, I told you that I am not a good cook. You can’t compare this to the one made by a professional chef,” she shrugged. Gabrielle thought the noodles were not as salty as she thought seeing that he didn’t spit it out.

“Gabrielle, do you have any news about your brother, Bryce?” Westley said nothing about the noodles, but indirectly threatened her with Bryce.

She knew exactly what he was trying to do. If she dared to be disrespectful to him, he would make Bryce’s life worse than living in hell.

“Mr. Morris, let me cook another bowl of noodles for you.” She became apologetic and tried to take the bowl of noodles back into the kitchen He stared at her coldly. “Don’t you dare!” he screamed. “Just finish this bowl of noodles. You have no news about where your brother is. I can tell you a way to find him as soon as you finish the noodles. Now start,” he commanded her.

He was such a bad guy, but she couldn’t refuse him. She picked up the bowl and had some noodles.

It was disgusting. The salt in the noodles almost cut her tongue.

She wanted to throw up.

“Gabrielle, swallow it. I swallowed mine and 30, you must also swallow yours,” he said spitefully. He wouldn’t allow her to throw up. He wanted her to feel the pain he felt when he ate it. +

She had no choice but to swallow the salty noodles subconsciously out of fear, * Drink some water,” he said as he handed her a glass of water.

She drank the whole glass without hesitation, completely forgetting that he had also drunk out of the water.

“Thank you for the water,” she said as she dropped the glass on the table.

“I just want you to remember that he who is unjust is doomed for destruction. If you try anything funny again, you’ll die! Get me another glass of water now,” he thundered.

With the glass in her hand, she went to the kitchen and filled it with water. All of a sudden, she remembered that he had drunk from the water earlier.

So when she drank from it just now, it wasn’t just that she drank the water alone, but it was like an indirect kiss!

‘Damn it! This man is as crafty as a fox,’ she thought to herself.