Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 299

Chapter 299 An Obsessed Wife Lolita gave Gabrielle a friendly pat on the shoulder as she laughed at her statement. “Don’t be ridiculous! I am beyon delighted that you had the opportuotiy to attend this once in a lifetime seminar It’s a little upsetting for you to stnk that I would be unhappy about it. After all, we are good friends, aren’t ?” She gave Gabrielle another tap on the shoulder and smiled ever-so svetly. “It was stupid one. I was superficial. I thought...

“Why is that? Did you expect me to be upset and jealous over the fact that you got in and I didn’t? It’s a mere seminar. I have been studying abroad for over five years. I couldn’t care less about it. Besides, I already have attended countless design exhibitions and seminars. Scratch that. A hero keeps mum about his glories. I’m just starting out as an intern designer. My colleagues are young and promising. Plus, I met a charming friend.” She pinched Gabrielle’s face and beamed with glte.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you earlier, I was afraid it would upset you.” Gabrielle apologized with utmost sincerity.

“Silly girl, there’s no need to be so formal. I told you, we’re friends. I in overjoyed that you would be able to go toe the seminar.

Would you like to the dinner so we could officially celgrale this amazing feat?” Lolita aske out of courtesy Gabrielle was a mere student. If she had to attend classes, she wouldn’t be able to come visit. This cottumstance did not make her a friend on the regular.

They used to have dinner together every once in a while but it had been so long since that last happened.

“Let’s have dinner in a couple of days. I’m afraid I have made prior arrangements for tonight.” it suddenly dawned on her that she had to cook supper for Westley. She had broken one of her promises before, she couldn’t afford to break any more. Gabrelle was Eemnified that her husband would eat her alive if she did.

“Alright. You can get that out of the way first, we’ll have dinner at a time that’s convenient for you. I have to congratulate you again. You alte amazing. Gabrielle. I’m proud of you!” Lolita had the utmost respect and reverence for her capabilities. Gabrielle’s talents and willingness to work hard were indege beyond admirable. Without a ting of doubt, God would bless such a pepon.

“Rest assured that I will utk harder. Thank you.”

Gabrielle dropped by the supermarket after work. She went home with two bags worth of groceries and a bouquet of flowers from the local floral shop.

Sophie was there to bring the bags in when Gabrielle got off the taxi from the front yard. It was particularly difficult for her to carry heavy things since she had not fully recovered from her injury yet.

“Thank you, Sophie. It’s a little too much, isn’t it?” Embarrassment was pasted on her face as Gabrielle looked at Sophie.

She was overwhelmed and a little pressured over the idea of making a leasi fit for a king that she almost bought the entire supermarket.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Mrs. Morris. Your wounds still haven’t healed, why didn’t you ask me to carry the bags out earlier?” Sophie couldn’t help but WOITY about her injury “I’m fine. I’ll be back on my feet in time. It wasn’t that serious to begin with. ” Gabrielle gave her a reassuring alle.

“I’m certain that Mr. Morris will be over the moon once he sees wd an amazing meal you have prepared for him!” Sophie exclaimed as she fought the bags of food into the kitchen “I could only hope that it won’t upset him.” Gabrielle was afraid that dinner would not be to Westley’s liking.

“He certainly won’t be. Please, if I may be as bold as to say, he’d love it.” Sophie glanced at the ingredients and saw that they were all Westley’s favorites.

Gabrielle was, indeed, thoughtful. It was a gem to see a child this considerate.

The document Alvin sent made her life unbelievably easier. It was written in detail what food Wesiley loved and hated With full knowledge of his preferences, making dinner for Westley was not so difficult “Sophie, if you could be so kind as to please put these flowers in a vase. Your can place them on the table when you te finished.”

Gabrielle handed here the bouquet “I’ve placed the flowers on the table, Mrs. Morris. Call me if you need anything.”

Sophie sniffed the banuet of flowers. They were addictive tragrant.

Her daily showcase of virtue made Sophie understand, more than ever, just how much of an amenable woman Gabrielle was.

Everyone she crossed paths with would definitely love her.

It wasn’t a surprise that she managed to capture Westley’s heart despite him being so stoic and cold.

It definitely was an endeavor for men not to fall head over heels with a girl as promising as Gabrielle. Especially not after one had spent quite a considerable amount of time with her.

“Okay. I’ll be sure to call on you if i ever need anything. In the meantime, would it be okay if you left me with my own company?”

Gabrielle enjoyed having some alone time in the kitchen.

“Alright, I’ll go ahead.” With the flowers in her anns, Sophie walked out of thea room, beaming from ear to ear.

Soon after putting her apron, Gabrielle began to prepare that mise en When Westley arrived home, he saw Sophie watering the plants in the yard but Gabrielle was where to be found.

He had agreed to pick her up from work. Unfortunately, he was held back by a meeting. By the time he dropped by the studio, Gabrielle had already gone. He drove home soon thereafter.

“Mr. Morris, you’re here,” Sophie chirped. “Is Gabrielle home?” Westley asked as he hurried to go inside.

“Mrs. Morris came back early. She’s in the kitchen making supper for the two o! You.” Sophie answered with a wide grin pilastered on her face.

There was a twinkle in Westley’s Eyes when he heard what she said. The dinner he had been looking forward to for so long was finally happening.

Westley could not wait any longer. Hastily, he walked to the kitchen, Free the door, he heard some hurtimingofd the sound of clanking dishes, signifying that someone had been cookie. He did not have to think twice for knew that it was definitely Gabrielles The tantalizing small of food wafted through the air and Ynto his nose as soon as he pushed the door open. There, he saw his beautiful wife in an apron. Gabrielle was in front of the stove, so intently immersed in her cooking that she did not notice Westley come in.

Gabrielle put the spatula down to tend to the soup but forgot to take the potholder, A hissing sound filled the kitchen when she accidentally scalded her hand.

Westley swiftly rushed to her aid, grabbed her hand and ran it under cold water.

“Why are you so careless? Are you in pain?” he reprimanded her as he held her hand under the tap.

It still had not registered to Gabrielle’s mind that Westley was there in the kitchen.

“My hand is okay. When did you como in?” She shifted to see him.

Gabrielle was standing by the fautèt with Westley dangerously close behind her. He held her ever so gentlyx his armis, it made her a little uncomfortable. “I just got here. Y fingers are so red. Are you sure you te fine?” He turned the tap off and saw that her index finger was the shade of crimson.

“I’m alright, really. I don’t think it’s going to blister. Oh no, the food is going to burn!”

“Stay there. I’ll take care of it.” Westley left her to the side and did the rest of the cooking Gabrielle was standing next to him in awe. He looked dashing working his way around the kitchen.

“Don’t stare at me. Is there anything else you’d like me to make?” Westley turned to look at Gabrielle only to see her gawking at him like a hawk. She just couldn’t have enough of him. He used to hate it when women looked at him with an all-consuming.

hung look in their faces. But with Gabrielleshe did not seem to mind. His wife swing at him in such a way made him feel so inexplicably proud. .