Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 He Is Back

Glancing at the woman in white bakery clothes, Westley knew at once that it Wis Gabrielle. It didn’t matter at all that she was about ten meters away or that She was at the other side of the plass.

He shook his head slowly. She had become a baker in the few days he was away. She never ceased to amaze him.

Sometimes, he liked to imagine that his wife metamorphosed every day into things he never knew she was

“Mr. Morris, that is Miss Jones in a baker’s uniform. Is she also a baker?” Alviri äsked, his forehead creased in surprise. I

Gabrielle had always left him surprised, having changed his impression of the rich lady

She was indeed a different species of rich lady, one he had never seen before. She was the adopted daughter of the Jones family, yet she seemed so omnipotent, so capable of doing almost everything

He had seen her cook, Liow flowers and vegetables and do the most common things. Now here she was, making cakes.

She seemed to know everything

Alvin found Gabrielle quite an impressive woman.

“If you ask me, who should I ask?” Westley muttered coldly.

He had thought she would be so worried about furn when he was away, but it Seerried she wasn’t. Instead, she looked so happy without him.

“Mr. Morris,” Alvin called quietly.

“Do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question?” His boss was silent for a while in which Alvin bit his lips. Although he knew he ought to mind his own business, his curiosity to know more about Gabrielle and Westley was getting the better of him.

“Go on,” Westley said finally, his voice cold as he gazed at the woman in the cake shop.

At first, Gabrielle was talking with another girl wearing the bakery uniform.

Then she tumed to a male Euest and began to chat with him.

Seething with silent rage, Westley turned to face Alvin now; he didn’t want to see that scene

“Do you ever give Miss Jores pocket

Alvin asked, not looking up at Westley’s face. He sure knew that this question was i reckless one and would annoy Wesley. Yet, he couldn’t help but ask

“What?” Westley sat up, startled slightly. He couldn’t understand what the other man meant by that question,

Why did he wonder whether he gave Gabrielle money?

“I feel. Mr. Morris, that Miss Jones is Working here because she doesn’t have enough money to take care of herself Obviously, if you give her pocket money. she won’t want to work to get money. I understand that the Jones family gave her only little money while she was with them. And now, you do exactly the same,” Alvin lamented.

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Anyone hearing him talk would think Westley was indeed one who treated his wife badly

Well, it made sense – the whole picture in itself. Ore would only assume that this woman was working to support herself because she didn’t get pocket money from her husband.

“You’re married to her now, Mr. Morris,” Alvin continued, Scratching his head retvously. “So you should at least…”

“You talk as though I misceat her. I’m of course married to her. She lives in my house, and I feed her. She gets all she wants in Half Moon Bay. Moreover, she should have asked me if she needed anything. For all I care, it’s her own business that she wants to work. I’m sure she is only working here so that she can meet other men,” he said, throwing a dark look at Gabrielle again. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat as he watched her chat on with the male guest with an eternal and flattering smile plastered on her face

Alvin stared at Westley. shocked. What did he mean by saying he was sure she was only working here so that she could

meet other men?

Was he jealous?

“Mr. Moms. I think you have misunderstood Miss Jones,” Alvin said in a calm voice. “She is not that kind of a person. Gabrielle was really not that kind of person, and Alvin knew that so well

She was a good natured and lively person, but she wasn’t promiscuous at all. Alvin could lay his head on that..

“Sounds as if you know Gabrielle so much,” Westley said in a strangely suspicious voice, raising his brows.

A chill ran down Alvin’s spine at once. He had to be careful not to exasperate his boss who already was angry. It would be so disastrous to annoy him further.

“Okay. Mr. Morris, Alvin mumbled. afraid to say anything more.

“Drive me back and don’t sit there talking nonsense!” Westley barked.

After the black commercial vehicle drove off, Gabrielle packaged the cake and handed it to the male guest. Then still

smiling, she bade him goodbye.

Gabrielle looked up straight at the road when the guest had left. All the while she had been attending to him, she had had this strange feeling of being watched. Yet, all she could see now were cars speeding aff across the road and strangers strolling past.

She sighed, trying to wave off the feeling Maybe she was only overthinking and no one had really been watching her. When it was six o’clock, Gabrielle changed from her work clothes. Carrying her bag, she went in to say goodbye to Sandra and Macy.

“I’m impressed by your efforts today, Gabrielle Patient people like you are difficult to come by. When you get home, take your bath and have some ICSI. Standing all day is not an easy thing at all. And here, have these cakes for you and your family.” Sandra said, handing Gabrielle two boxes of cake.

“Thank you, Sandra. But I can’t take these.” Gabrielle shook her head, embarrassed.

“You should have them, Gabrielle. Let

your family try them out.” insisted softly. pushing the b Gabrielle’s s

Sandra es into

Gabrielle smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t refuse the cakes wynote. So she took them and said, “Thank you, Sandra.”

But when she remembered that Westley wasn’t at home and wouldn’t cat the Cake with her, her face slightly registered disappointment. Her mood lightened up a bit when she thought about Sophie: She could always share them with her.

“You are welcome, Gabrielle. Well, you should get going now; it’s getting quite dark. And always remember you can come here whenever you wish. I’m always here,” Sandra reminded her.

Grinning, Gabrielle nodded obediently. Then she went downstairs with the boxes of cake, Macy accompanying her.

“My mother scems to like you very much, * Macy whispered as she led the way out of the cake shop

“I like her too.” Then Gabrielle gasped out. “But, Macy. you have a very good mother! I really am jealous.” There was a

THATY of dismal solemnity in Gabrielles VOICE

“I believe your mother is also very good, Gabrielle.” Macy smiled, not taking Gabrielle’s words seriously.

Gabrielle forced a smile. “I should be on my way now. Goodnight. Macy” she said and hurned off with the boxes of cake in her hands

In the taxi as she headed back to Half Moon Bay. Gabrielle leaned her head against the backseat: She thought about Sindra and Macy, about their interaction. That was perhaps how real mothers and daughters ought to talk to each other. A foster mother and an adopted daughter were of course nothing like that.

Sandra scemed to be the kind of mother who didn’t mind showing her love for her daughter even in the presence of outsiders. In that moment, Gabrielle had felt slight envy. How she wished Macy had known how serious she was when she had said she was jealous.

All her life. Gabrielle had never experienced a mother’s love. Her Own mother had abandoned her a long time ago and had never come back to look for

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Not even her faster mother, Wendy. had cared to show her such love. They had always been distant from cach other, and things between them had worsened especially after Bryce’s issue.

When Gabrielle stepped out of the taxi, she inhaled the war air of late evening She walked up to the porch and opened the door

“Sophie, I’m back!”

It was then she saw a black commercial vehicle and a black off-road vehicle parking in the yard.

Westley was back! That was the first thought that rang in her head as her heart pounded with excitement. She had been pretending to be happy before. But now, she indeed was happy.

At once, she hurried into the room with the boxes of cake.

What she saw when she got into the room made her freeze. U