Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 91 Read Online
Lock You In My Heart
Chapter 91 Learned It For Bryce After lunch, they spent time resting in the villa before heading to the flower market.
âMiss Jones, how is it you are good at this? Youâve done an excellent job. If I hadnât seen it with my own eyes, I wouldnât believe it. You are the daughter of the Jones, but your work in the garden rivals that of an experienced gardener.â Remy was sitting on an armchair by the window. admiring Gabrielleâs handiwork.
It was only a few days ago that he and Westley were here in the garden which was overrun by Weeds. It was desolate and barren. Remy immediately asked Westley to find someone to clean up the property.
He didnât expect that Gabrielle, of all people, would clean it up herself today.
âDoctor Remy. Please donât flatter me. I didnât do much at all. I just made use of my ability. iâm skilled at removing weeds because Iâve done it a lot at home. Donât treat me as a rich lady who needs others to do all her work. Iâm not like them,â Gabrielle said bitterly. 6 After all, she was just an adopted daughter of the Jones. She never got the treatment that a rich lady had It was more than enough for the Jones to raise her as their own. Gabrielle knew in her heart that they had done nothing wrong to her Even if she married Westley because of Bryceâs wrongdoings, she was still willing to do anything for him.
âItâs true that no one can compare with you. You are such a capable woman. Does Westley know about this?â Remy always felt with such clarity that Gabrielle was different from other girls, especially better than those who couldnât do anything but had a nasty temper.
âWestley?â After a few moments, Gabrielle came to her senses and smiled meekly. âI donât want Westley to know whatâs going on with me. My actions have nothing to do with him. It would be best for him to remain out of the loop and I trust you not to mention anything.â
Gabrielle thought she had only done what a servant should do, which was also what Westley expected from her. After all, he had said that no idlers were allowed around him.
If Remy were to tell Westley about this, he would think that Gabrielle was deliberately asking for credit, which would make him utterly sick âDoctor Remy. Weâve seen each other twice already. You are welcome to call me Gabrielle as Miss Jones sounds too formal.
What do you think?â She raised her eyebrows at Remy.
âOkay then, I shall refer to you as Gabrielle while you can call me Remy and take me as your brother.â Remy looked at her cheerfully.
âRemy, it sounds very dear.â Gabrielle agreed without hesitation, which pleased Remy. She took him as her brother, and from now on, Westley would be considered as his brother in-law. He would have to call him brother together with Gabrielle.
âRemy, would you like me to make you some coffee?â Gabrielle asked out of the blue.
A whole set of coffee tools in the kitchen had caught Gabrielleâs eyes in the past, so she had an impulse to grind and make coffee. When Sophie went out to buy food, Gabrielle asked her to buy a bag of beans in the coffee shop, just in time to try grinding them for Remy.
âYouâre knowledgeable in making coffee?â Remy looked at her in astonishment.
âWhat a treasure this lady is!â
Westley was an idiot. Why didnât he cherish such a good wife?
âYes, quite a bit. I started as a charlady back when I intered in a studio, so I learned a lot of small skills. Iâll make you a cup of coffee first, and then we go to the flower market, Gabrielle said.
She proceeded to the kitchen promptly.
In fact, Bryce was the reason why she learned to make coffee. This man only drank handmade brew and didnât drink the instant Variant, so she decided to find out his favorite mix of specialty beans to make the perfect drink for him.
However, Bryce didnât appreciate it. He knocked over the coffee that she had made in public, and it spilled directly all over her body. Gabrielleâs arms and legs were scalded for a long time.
Later on, Gabrielle cooked it herself many times, but she couldnât personally bring it to Bryce. She could only ask the servants to bring it to him; otherwise, he would overtum it once he knew it was made by her.
Gabrielle soon finished making three cups of coffee, one for herself and the other two for Sophie and Remy. âRemy, try this one.
Itâs the new bean of the year. Letâs see how it Remy picked up the cup and took a sip. It had a bitter and fragrant sensation. If people found it too sour, they could add a little sugar and milk. But Remy preferred the original flavor âItâs actually good. Itâs ground very carefully. You must have been making coffee for a long time now, havenât you?â Remy inquired curiously If this wasnât concocted by a professional barista, it must be made by someone who had been fixing coffee drinks all her life.
Gabrielle felt her cheeks flush. âThere is a professional coffee machine in the Jonesâ residence. I make use of it when I am free, The machine was specially ordered from Italy by Bryce. He likes to drink so much that I often make a cup for him.â
Remy flashed a smile. âIt seems that I was right. Do you know that Westley also likes coffee? But it must be freshly ground with a little sugar but no milk. Keep that in mind.â , Gabrielle looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? Why was he telling her this?
âRemy, what do you mean by that?â Gabrielle asked.
âGabrielle, you donât have a clue what Iâm talking about? I hope you remember Westleyâs preferences and cook it for him. It would be impossible for him to find fault in you then.â He took another sip of coffee and smiled.
It was smooth and fragrant. A faint bitterness filled the whole mouth, slowly followed by an aftertaste. This feeling was very delightful and pleasing He was sure that even a picky man like Westley would like it.
âWhy should I cook for that man?â Gabrielle was still a little grumpy. Westley hadnât paid her a visit for quite some time and hadnât even bothered calling her. Why should she make coffee for him?
He certainly didnât deserve it!
Amused by her childish behavior, Remy took a photo of the coffee and sent it to Westley Westley instantly replied. He just ended a video conference and hadnât had lunch yet. When he received the WeChat message from Remy, he felt quite jealous, âIt seems that doctors nowadays have nothing better to do. How do they find time to drink coffee during working hours?â
âWhatâs the matter, Remy? Why did you send me this picture?â