Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 233
Lock You In My Heart
Chapter 233 A Different World Gabrielle was stunned. The smile on her face slowly faded away. âWhy am I 50 familiar with Akibaâs barbecue stall?â
When she was in her first year in high school, Gabrielle had to save money to buy a birthday gift for Bryce. So, she came here to work on weekends without telling the Jones family.
Although the Jones family, ovas nice to herWendy was very strict with Gabrielleâs pocket money. Bryce could buy whatever he wanted. But Gabrielle was only allowed to have money for buying essentials. Most of the time, it was Sloane who paid when they came out to eat.
Therefore, to buy a decent birthday gift for Bryce, Gabrielle had to do a part-time job. But no one accepted a high school student as a part-timer. At last. Akiba and his wife gave her a job. Fortunately. Gabrielle was pretty talented, and diligent. Akiba and his wife liked her and â Christer 233 A DE M ON treated her as their daughter. They would pay her a few hundred dollars extra every month, assuming that her family was poor. What they didnât know was that she was an adopted daughter of the Jones family Throughout that time, Gabrielle worked very hard. She was happy while working here. The only thing that made her sad was that when Gabrielle went back every night, Bryce disliked it that she smelled like barbecue. And on top of that, he gave the game console that she gave him as a birthday present to others. This really was hurtful for Gabrielle.
Later, Gabrielle didnât do the part-time job here anymore. But on weekends, she came here with Sloane then they had time. She worked foro kiba for a whole day in exchange for a free meal.
As time went by, this place became like a home to her. So, that made her naturally be quite familiar with it.
âWell, most students do part-time jobs to earn money. Do you not know?â Gabrielle awkwardly smiled, taking Westley to sit down.
It was like she showed her past life to Westley, little by little. But he looked kind of unwilling to know, which upset Gabrielle âGabrielle.â Westley was confused. âWere you in a financial bind?â Westley had already investigated how the Jones family treated her before. Although they didnât give her a super luxurious life, they didnât treat her unfairly either.
âNo, only to gain experience and freedom. Iâve worked here as a part-time worker for a few months. Or you cao say that I like barbecue. Anyway. you two should sit down. Iâm going to Order now. Well, is there anything you canât eat?â
Gabrielle hurried to get some food. She was almost starving, and the barbeque smell was enchanting her already.
âMr. Morris canât eat...â
Alvin wanted to say that Westley canât eat extremely spicy food with multiple seasonings. But, before he could have started, Westley interrupted him, âNo. donât worry. We are fine. You are the one who needs to take care the most here.â Westley glared at Alvin, giving him a warning look, indicating him to shut up and seal his lips.
Understanding Westleyâs glare, Alvin obediently shut up. But he felt wronged in his heart. âI just wanted to look after my boss.
What is wrong with that? Mr. Morrisâs stomach is sensitive, and he canât eat food with rich flavor.
âYouâre right. It seems that I need to worry about myself. Iâm going downstairs, then.â Gabrielle went out quickly.
Westley couldnât stop the thought that Gabrielle was obsessed with barbecue. He had seen her eating barbecue and drinking alcohol with Sloane and Lance before.
Iwon âMr. Morris, why didnât you let me tell her? Miss Jones can order something else for you if we tell her about the food you canât eat. What if...â
âWhat if what? Do you consider me that delicate?â Westley coldly stared at Alvin. He didnât want to cause more trouble for Gabrielle by telling her about his eating habits.
âWell, go downstairs and help Gabrielle with bringing the food upstairs,â Westley indirectly asked him to leave.
Gabrielle was in the kitchen. While helping her take the soup cooked in the pottery jar, Akibaâs wife asked about her face womedly. âGabrielle, what happened to your face? Are you alright?â âIâm fine. I just fell by accident,â Gabrielle said casually.
It was obvious that the wound wasnât caused by just a tumble. But, since Gabrielle showed that she didnât want to tell her, Akibaâs wife didnât ask further.
âI saw the two young men you (took upstairs. They both are tall, handsome, and quite elegant. Is one of them your boyfriend?â
Akibaâs wife began to gossip. changing the topic.
Gabrielle suddenlyd Burst out laughing. What? Boyfriend? âHe is my legitimate husband. Of course, Iâm afraid it will frighten her if I tell her the truth.â She stood in silence for a while.
âNot boyfriend. One is my boss, and the other one is his assistant. So, I have to treat them well, you know, or I will lose my job.â
Gabrielle tried to be reasonably serious. O And, Akibaâs wife believed her. âI didnât realize that our Gabrielle has grown up so big to start working already. We should treat your guests very well, then. Take the soup upstairs first, and I will help you bring the food up after Akiba has finished cooking âOkay. thank you.â Gabrielle smiled sweetly.
âBy the way, your boss doesnât look like an ordinary person. He must be someone from a big company, right? Isnât it too informal to invite him to eat at such a place?â Although Akibaâs wife Odidnât know the management style of big companies, she knew thap they were from a different class. Just by one look, she could sense thatoWestley was an unusual person. He intrinsic elegance and distinguished Style were too incompatible with this small stall. She was worried that bringing him to a place he didnât like might get Gabrielle fired.
âDonât worry. We already had dinner in a high-class restaurant. We especially came here to have a midnight snack. Many Michelin stars have tried to learn from Akiba, but not even a single one could compete with him, right? So, I took my boss here to try it. He might look cold and different, but deep inside, he is easy going. So, donât worry.â Gabrielle comforted her earnestly.
âGabrielle, do you like your boss?â Akibaâs wifeâs tone was mysterious.
âDo I like Westley?â
Gabrielle shook her head immediately. âDonât say that. Office romance is not allowed in our company. Especially, the big boss prohibits it strictly. So, I donât dare to even get close to him. Anyway, Iâm going upstairs.â She smiled clumsily. When Gabrielle walked out of the kitchen with the soup, she saw Alvin coming down. âMiss Jones, let me, please.â Alvin immediately took the soup from her hand.
âWhatâs wrong? Did your Mr. Morris kick you out? You look unhappy.â Gabrielle noticed the uneasiness on his face.
âNo, I just wanted to ask if the food can have less chili and oil. L..â Alvin stuttered, mustering up the courage to say, âI canât eat very spicy food. I didnât dare to say it before, so I waited till now.
â âFor the sake of bossâs health, I have to take the risk to say it.â
âOh, donât worry. Iâll go and tell Akiba about it. Please, get this soup to Westley before it gets cold. Until then, Iâll go get the porridge.â Gabrielle turned around and went into the kitchen again.
Westley had been standing at the window all the time. Through the window of the second floor, he could see the river of Antawood. The lights on the opposite side of the river were all shiring, but it was less jollification there. Itovas a different world from Lane Islande Sometimes, the thriving Market where ordinary people went appeared to be the real world âGabrielle seems like she fits in perfectly well.â Westley really couldnât understand her.
âMr. Morris, the soup is here. Have a try. please.â Alvin put the soup down on the table.
âWhich soup is it?â Westley casually asked. He actually didnât care much about the soup, as long as it was delicious.
âI donât know. Probably, ordinary pork rib soup. You should try it.â Alvin handed the jar to Westley.