Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 302

In the eyes of her fans, Michelle was a goddess who did not share the ways of mortals, but the truth was, Michelle was just like any ordinary person. She might love pretty and expensive stuff, but she also loved enjoying simple things, like Westley's cooking.

 

For Michelle, one of the most intimate and romantic activities a couple could engage in was preparing a meal together.

 

That was how her parents bonded, and she witnessed it firsthand. When they were not working, they were in the kitchen together, cooking delicious food, making coffee, or baking pastries.

 

Michelle grew up in such a happy, loving environment upon which her entire belief system on love and family was built. Westley had a good understanding of it as well.

 

Seeing that her cousin and her cousin-in-law were cooking together like her parents used to, she could not help feeling a bit envious. She wanted a husband like that, one who would spend time preparing their meals with her even if neither of them were masters in the kitchen.

 

Sometimes, what mattered was the process, not the results.

 

"Let's go inside and have dinner." Gabrielle considered explaining to Michelle further, but in the end, she just decided to invite her in.

 

"Yes, please. I want to have some dinner of love made by my cousin and cousin-in-law," Michelle said excitedly.

 

Westley shot Michelle a cold glance when she and Gabrielle walked past him.

 

'What dinner of love? It stopped being dinner of love when she showed up and began third wheeling without anyone's permission.'

 

Gabrielle headed to the living room and put down everything Michelle brought while Michelle happily skipped toward the dining room and sat at the table.

 

"Wow, everything looks so delicious! God, I'm so glad I came to visit!" Michelle exclaimed, ogling the food on the table.

 

From the soup to the vegetable and meat dishes, all of it looked so delectable.

 

"Wash your hands first. Weren't you taught to wash your hands before a meal?" Westley groaned, glaring at his cousin.

 

"Okay, okay. You need to chill." Michelle stuck out her tongue at him and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

 

"Why are you being so snippy at Michelle?" Gabrielle asked curiously.

 

"Am I?" Westley retorted, filling a bowl of soup for her.

 

"Well, yes. Thank you." Gabrielle really did not want to get Westley all riled up again, but he looked unhappy, and she wanted to know why. Did the cooking exhaust him and now he was testy?

 

"How's your arm? Is it better?" Gabrielle took the bowl of soup from Westley and took a sip. The soup was so tasty, and it felt nice and warm in her stomach.

 

"It's fine. I'm not that delicate." Westley sat next to her.

 

The more Westley told her he was fine, the more Gabrielle worried about him.

 

He had seriously injured his arm while on a business trip recently, but Gabrielle did not know the details, and she was hesitant to ask.

 

"There, I've washed my hands. Would you like to check them, Westley?" Michelle came back and showed Westley her freshly washed hands.

 

Westley shot her a scornful glance. "Just sit down and eat, Michelle."

 

Even though Westley was being a bit mean to her, Michelle did not seem to mind. She just took a seat and started to fill her plate with food while humming happily. She squeaked and clapped her hands at the first bite.

 

"Eat as much as you want, Michelle. You must be very tired these days. You've been working a lot." Gabrielle smiled at Michelle who was deeply enjoying the food.

 

"Yes. I barely have time to sleep on my insane schedule," Michelle moaned, taking a bite of her chicken wing.

 

"If you don't like what you're doing, then just quit. I'll ask Alvin to inform your agent that you're done and make arrangements for you to vacation in Paris," Westley interjected flatly.

 

Michelle suddenly burst into laughter. "Are you serious, Westley? What makes you think I don't like what I'm doing? My job is the best thin

g that I have. It makes me happy and keeps my soul full."

 

Hearing Michelle's passionate words, Gabrielle could not help feeling somewhat proud and honored.

 

She was practically family with this awesome woman.

 

"Gabrielle, which of these delicious dishes did you cook? I'll eat more of it," Michelle asked with her mouth half full. Gabrielle almost chuckled. At this point, Michelle realized that Gabrielle had incredible influence over Westley.

 

If she could get Gabrielle on her side, then Westley would be on her side, too.

 

"Well..."

 

"Just eat, Michelle. Like you said, everything is delicious anyway. Who cares who cooked which? And don't talk with your mouth full. Have some table manners," Westley interrupted Gabrielle.

 

He did not like Michelle's behavior. Why did she have to ask that question? It did not seem polite.

 

With honey sauce all over her mouth, Michelle stuck her tongue out to Westley once again, and Gabrielle giggled. Michelle just went on to eat her food, humming a happy tune every once in a while. Westley just shook his head.

 

While Michelle was eating quietly, Gabrielle turned to look at Westley. His brows looked like they were about to start a fight, and his eyes burned with subtle but obviously restrained rage.

 

"Are you okay?" Gabrielle asked him in a low voice.

 

"Yes, of course. You finally made dinner for me. I'm more than okay." He was happy about the fact that Gabrielle prepared a meal for him, but he was not okay with Michelle sitting there like a hungry cavewoman scarfing everything down.

 

"Good. Shall we eat?" Gabrielle started piling food on Westley's plate. She could read through that facial expression of his. His lips were saying that he was all right, but his face was telling her that he was pissed because Michelle showed up unannounced.

 

"I will cook for you from time to time moving forward, okay? So cheer up now, Mr. Grumpy Face." Gabrielle tried to comfort him.

 

She was not really that good at coaxing men, and it did not help that she was with one who could be so difficult.

 

Sometimes it was easy to butter him up, other times it was not.

 

"Okay," Westley replied, a shadow of a smile passing over his face.

 

"By the way, Gabrielle, have you gone back to work at the studio? We have an event coming up. I was wondering if my agent and I could come visit you at the studio. We need to order a set of jewelry," Michelle asked seriously.

 

"Really? Of course. But shouldn't you have a sponsor to pay for the pieces?" Gabrielle knew that Michelle had done a campaign before for a jewelry brand.

 

"Yes, but the event is private. It's not work, so no sponsors are involved. I want to wear jewelry that you designed. Is that okay?" Michelle replied, eyeing Gabrielle carefully. The excitement was very visible in her face.

 

"I haven't designed a piece of jewelry independently, but I can ask my mentor to design it for you. Would you like to meet him?" Gabrielle's mentor was Jason, a well-known jewelry designer in the country. He was much more talented, capable, and experienced.

 

"Your mentor? Someone is mentoring you?" Michelle asked curiously.

 

"Yes. His name is Jason, and he's Austin's cousin. He runs the studio where I work, and he's my boss. He's pretty in-demand these days, both locally and internationally, so it's a little difficult to secure an appointment with him. But if you want, I can talk to him and see if he can meet with you." In the few months that Gabrielle spent under Jason's tutelage, Gabrielle realized that Jason found it a little hard to say no to her. If she asked nicely, maybe he would agree to see Michelle and her agent.

 

But deep in her heart, she really did not have that much confidence. It would be challenging to compete with all the rich and famous people who were constantly demanding Jason's attention and talent.

 

Gabrielle had no idea if Jason would say yes to her this time, but she had to try for Michelle.