Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 99 Back To Half Moon Bay To See Her
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
‘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.

Westley wordlessly looked down at the pink box on the seat next to him. The whole car was filled with the rich fragrances of the
ice cream cake.
“Mr. Morris, why are you back?” Hearing all the commotion in the yard, Sophie hurried out to have a look. She was
surprised to see Westley. She had wondered when he would arrive at his villa, but had been disappointed by his absence.
She had been looking forward to seeing Westley these days, but she had been disappointed every day.
It was obvious, now, that he was worried about Gabrielle for him to be here in the dead of the night
“Sophie, is it okay that I’m here?” Westley‘s tone softened a little.
He always had two signature mannerisms, quite different to each other. Gabrielle was on the receiving end of his coldness
and indifference almost treating her like an enemy
“Of course you can come, Mr. Morris. You’re very welcome here. Gabrielle and I look forward to seeing you every day,” said
Sophie, happily.
Hearing this, Westley narrowed his eyes at Gabrielle’s embarrassed face.
“I wasn’t. Anyway, I’m going back to my
room to take a shower, Sophie. I’m sweating all over.” After saying that, Gabrielle almost ran into the house, escaping to her
room.
“Gabrielle, how about I help you? Remy said that your hands can’t touch water, remember?” Sophie called, quickly.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll wear plastic bags and make sure they don’t get wet.” Gabrielle’s voice wafted out from the house.
Westley frowned at this information. He hadn’t seen anything wrong with Gabrielle’s hands as she was wearing gloves while she
was gardening. “Sophie, what’s wrong with her hands? 1
“She’s gotten a lot of blisters on her hands after weeding continuously for the last few days. Then the blisters broke and exposed
her flesh. Today, Remy noticed and applied medicine to her hands, advised her against coming into contact with water for the
time being,” explained Sophie.

“Is she made of paper? Why did she get hurt so easily? What did you say? And was it just her who has weeded out all the grass
in the yard?” Westley could hardly believe it. 4