Alvin carried the cake back to the car and handed it to Westley carefully.

"Mr. Morris," Alvin said, "this is the pink-berry cake, the signature cake of this shop. The one you wanted." His voice trembled with a hint of surprise in it.

He was rather startled at Westley's choice in the cake. He had worked with the man for many years and didn't realize the reserved and somewhat aloof CEO had such femme preferences. With an inward smile, he appreciated this hidden, sweet side of his boss.

"Let's go," Westley said. He looked at the pink package and for a moment, he regretted buying it.

"Of course," Alvin said, "the shop assistant reminded me that this is an ice-cream cake and it's likely that it will melt if it's left outside for over half an hour, so I'll drive fast..."

"To Half Moon Bay," interrupted Westley, coldly.

Alvin had just started the car but abruptly stepped on the brake when he heard the destination.

'Isn't that where Gabrielle was staying?' he wondered.

Suddenly, the pink cake Westley bought made sense; it wasn't for him, but for Gabrielle.

So, after everything, it seemed that Westley did really care about Gabrielle.

When Westley had not visited her for many days, Alvin figured that he didn't think so warmly of her anymore, and that their relationship was over.

And now, here he was, buying a cake that fit Gabrielle's preferences. Alvin knew Gabrielle would enjoy it.

At the thought of this, the embarrassment of buying the cake just now was all gone. Alvin was willing to buy another cake for Gabrielle.

"Yes, Mr. Morris," Alvin replied, now seemingly happier, "I'll be fast. I'm sure we can make it before they go to bed." Alvin was much happier.

at the pink box on the seat next to him. The whole car was filled with the rich fragrances of

this shop was popular among girls

and they arrived at

gated community were

noticed that the whole yard was well-kept; all the weeds

he had come to the wrong place, and he checked the door

we are. Shall we drive in?"

Westley got out of the car and looked intently at the yard. He seemed to share Alvin's surprise at the clean appearance of the

weed the lawn?" Westley looked

haven't had time to do so. Maybe Sophie arranged it?" Alvin was also

it." Without saying anything else, Westley confidently pushed the villa door open with the

closer to the yard, he saw someone squatting in the corner, dressed in dark-green gardener's overalls, holding a small hoe. The person was so concentrated

going on?

was the gardener still working at this late hour?

Westley called

was ... Gabrielle! She was digging a hole to plant

feeling dizzy from her quick movements, but Westley grabbed her with one hand to

you really can't wait to get into my arms as soon as you see me, can you?" said Westley,

from his clutch and looked at him uneasily. "I

was really unreasonable. He even complained before she did.

me if you weren't carrying out some dodgy, secret business, right? It seems like you're afraid of being found

you're saying you are a ghost?" Gabrielle murmured, looking away in irritation.

did you say?" Westley asked,

Westley was indeed a ghost—a ghost king! No calls or messages; he had ignored her

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