Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 91 Read Online

Chapter 91 Learned It For Bryce

After lunch, they spent time resting in the villa before heading to the flower market.

“Miss Jones, how is it you are good at this? You’ve done an excellent job. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. You are the daughter of the Jones, but your work in the garden rivals that of an experienced gardener.” Remy was sitting on an armchair by the window. admiring Gabrielle’s 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 didn‘t expect that Gabrielle, of all people, would clean it up herself today.

“Doctor Remy. Please don’t flatter me. I didn’t do much at all. I just made use of my ability. i’m skilled at removing weeds because I’ve done it a lot at home. Don’t treat me as a rich lady who needs others to do all her work. I’m not like them,” 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 Bryce’s wrongdoings, she was still willing to do anything for him.

“It’s true that no one can compare with you. You are such a capable woman. Does Westley know about this?” Remy always felt with such clarity that Gabrielle was different from other girls, especially better

than those who couldn’t do anything but had a nasty temper.

“Westley?” After a few moments, Gabrielle came to her senses and smiled meekly. “I don’t want Westley to know what’s 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.”

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

“Doctor Remy. We’ve seen each other twice already. You are welcome to call me Gabrielle as Miss Jones sounds too formal. What do you think?” She raised her eyebrows at Remy.

“Okay then, I shall refer to you as Gabrielle while you can call me Remy and take me as your brother.” Remy looked at her cheerfully.

“Remy, it sounds very dear.” 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.

“Remy, would you like me to make you some coffee?” Gabrielle asked out of the blue.

A whole set of coffee tools in the kitchen had caught Gabrielle’s 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.

“You’re knowledgeable in making coffee?” Remy looked at her in astonishment.

“What a treasure this lady is!’

Westley was an idiot. Why didn’t he cherish such a good wife?

“Yes, quite a bit. I started as a charlady back when I intered in a studio, so I learned a lot of small skills. I’ll 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 didn’t 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 didn’t appreciate it. He knocked over the coffee that she had made in public, and it spilled directly all over her body. Gabrielle’s arms and legs were scalded for a long time.

Later on, Gabrielle cooked it herself many times, but she couldn’t 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. “Remy, try this one. It’s the new bean of the year. Let’s 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

“It’s actually good. It’s ground very carefully. You must have been making coffee for a long time now, haven’t you?” Remy inquired curiously

If this wasn’t 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. “There is a professional coffee machine in the Jones’ 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.”

Remy flashed a smile. “It 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.” ,

Gabrielle looked at him in confusion. What did he mean? Why was he telling her this?

“Remy, what do you mean by that?” Gabrielle asked.

“Gabrielle, you don’t have a clue what I’m talking about? I hope you remember Westley’s preferences and cook it for him. It would be impossible for him to find fault in you then.” 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.

“Why should I cook for that man?’ Gabrielle was still a little grumpy. Westley hadn’t paid her a visit for quite some time and hadn’t even bothered calling her. Why should she make coffee for him?

He certainly didn’t deserve it!

Amused by her childish behavior, Remy took a photo of the coffee and sent it to Westley This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Westley instantly replied. He just ended a video conference and hadn’t had lunch yet. When he received the WeChat message from Remy, he felt quite jealous,

‘It seems that doctors nowadays have nothing better to do. How do they find time to drink coffee during working hours?”

“What’s the matter, Remy? Why did you send me this picture?”