Lock You In My Heart

Chapter 580

Gabrielle slept quite well. It was dark out and the room was only illuminated by the measly light emanating from the bedside lamp. Despite the somber mood that the darkness usually brought about, Gabrielle was welcomed by the brightness of her mood when she woke up. She felt spectacular.

Westley was long gone when Gabrielle had awoken from her slumber. He had promised to sleep with her. Gabrielle assumed that he left after she had fallen asleep.

She shook the sleepiness out of her body, got out of bed, and turned the lights on. With steps as light as a feather, Gabrielle traversed the path to the bathroom.

After washing up, the intense, masculine figure that could only be brought to justice by Westley, filled the doorway leading to the loo.

“You’re one big, fat liar!” Her words reflected the disdain in her heart. Gabrielle rolled her eyes and said, “You’re such a liar.”

Westley’s only intention was to wake her up. But alas, he was welcomed by her hasty accusation. He couldn’t help but wonder what made her feel that way.

“What are you talking about? How am I a liar? Why are you trying to put me in the wrong like this?” Westley inquired, holding her hand.

“How dare you say I did you wrong! You promised to sleep with me. When I woke up, your side of the bed was empty!” Gabrielle did not take her hand away from his tight grip. Instead, she stared at her husband intently as her face donned a furious look.

Her words amused Westley deeply. He couldn’t help himself from bursting into laughter because of how adorable his wife was acting.

“Gabrielle, I am a man of my words. I didn’t lie. I slept next to you for an entire hour. I only left to make dinner,” Westley answered.

“You should’ve woken me up. You didn’t!” Gabrielle muttered, putting the blame on him.

“Please don’t be upset. You were sleeping so soundly. I didn’t have it in my heart to wake you up. Besides, you’ve been so exhausted these past couple of days and you haven’t been sleeping well. Are you feeling better now?” Westley asked as he caressed her lovely face.

As if on cue, Gabrielle nodded obediently. “Yeah, I fell loads better. After all, I slept for quite some time. Have Wilson and Bonnie arrived?”

“Yes, they just got here. Dinner is ready. Bonnie and Michelle are making dessert.” Westley held her hand as they descended the stairs: 0 Chatting on the sofa were Wilson and Remy. They greeted the couple with a smile the moment they saw the two of them alight the stairs. “Wilson!” Gabrielle excitedly exclaimed. Her voice was as sweet as sugar. “Gabrielle… Come join Bonnie and in the kitchen!” The sound of Michelle’s voice reverberated from the kitchen. Before leaving, Gabrielle glanced at Westley.

“You guys are here early. I’m sorry I was asleep while you were baking. Don’t worry, I’ll help you out now,” Gabrielle offered. “Of course, come here you! We’re a family. Food will be more delicious if we make it together. Thank you for working so hard. Go get some rest. We’re almost finished anyway.” Bonnie smiled. She didn’t want Gabrielle to waste her energy helping them out. “I’m sure I’ve had plenty of rest. I want to help. Let me know what I can do,” Gabrielle replied s incerely.

“Well, if you insist. You can brew a pot of coffee for us. We’ve had some rave reviews from Remy about your coffee,” Bonnie said. It was nothing but a simple task for Gabrielle. Making coffee was her passion. It was why she was so great at it. “I’m going to go ahead and make some coffee. Where are the beans?” Gabrielle was caught in a dilemma.

This place wasn’t her home. Gabrielle was unfamiliar with the placement of things. There were only furniture and kitchenware in the villa. She had forgotten to ask Slater to buy her coffee beans.

“Don’t worry. It’s not just you who is obsessed with coffee in this place. There’s also a coffee machine. Remy bought a bag of beans. It’s in the cabinet. They’re not the best quality but I’m sure you could do something about it,” Bonnie said with a smile.

Since there was no dark chocolate available, Bonnie’s original plan of making chocolate mousse was put on hold. She made coffee mousse instead.

“Alright. I’ll go get it.” Gabrielle walked to the cupboard in search for coffee beans.

The bag was ginormous. It was more than enough for all of them.

Gabrielle had no idea that Remy liked coffee so much that he bought a huge bag.

Now, she knew better.

After all, his love for coffee was to Gabrielle’s advantage.

With gentle hands, Gabrielle poured some of the coffee beans into the grinder and ground them manually.

She had just started when a tall figure suddenly towered over her side. He took the grinder from her hand.

“Westley, what are you doing?” Gabrielle was rendered speechless as she gazed into her husband’s eyes. She thought it was rude of him to do that. “From now on, let me do things for you,” Westley insisted. His words hit a spot on Gabrielle’s heart. The two women in the room heard what he said as well. “Gee… I can smell the sweetness from a mile away,” Michelle said as she prepared the fruits.

Westley’s sudden display of affection caught Bonnie and Michelle off-guard. “Westley, just go chat with the boys. You’re disturbing us!” Michelle helplessly said. “I want to help my wife. Is there anything wrong with that? If you can’t stand it, you can leave the kitchen,” Westley replied. “Holy hell! Gabrielle, did you hear what he just said?

How could he bully his cousin like this?! You have to say something!” Michelle turned to Gabrielle for back up. The hilarious scene in front of Gabrielle made her burst into laughter. “Westley, she’s joking. You didn’t have to be so harsh. Besides, she was here first. If she leaves, are you going to take over?” Gabrielle turned to look at her husband. “I’m not stealing her job. I’m here to help my wife out. How fine do you want the beans?” Westley looked at her and smiled. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He opened the lid for Gabrielle to see. “Finer.” Gabrielle did not say anything more. His help saved her a lot of energy. After all, Westley was a man. He was much stronger than her. “Sure, honey,” Westley said as he went on with his task. “Keep grinding. I’ll check on their cakes.” Gabrielle had been trying to learn how to bake from Macy’s mother’s bakery. It had been quite some time since she started studying for it so making cakes excited her.