Lock You In My Heart

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 else.

"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 a boss.

"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 such a state."

"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.

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

was very sincere in her statement because from the bottom of her heart, she

asked her in surprise. "I never said or insinuated anything of such. Well,

What do you want to eat? Just tell me and I'll cook it for

the relaxed atmosphere between the both

wasn't appreciated by him at all, because he would never let anyone

to prove herself. Let her do it. Go back to your room and rest," he said calmly.

to hurt his wife,

Morris. I'll go to my room now. But in case you need anything, let me know," she

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.

she was

matter what I hear? What is

willing. I'm going back to my room now," she said as she turned around and went back

Then he waited for

of the stove, waiting

attitude towards her, and the way he treated

a handful of salt into the

came out with a bowl of noodles in her hands. The noodle was bland. It was purely water and

away from the bowl of noodles and glanced at her indifferently. "Gabrielle, can you cook? Is this how good you are?" he

is the best I can

so much salt into it. 'It must be very salty,

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

by a professional chef,"