Lock You In My Heart
Chapter 99

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 destination.

'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. No wonder this shop was popular among girls and women.

Alvin drove with his new-found cheery demeanor, and they arrived at Half Moon Bay in twenty minutes.

The streets and pavements of the gated community were brightly lit. They drove directly to Westley's villa.

Upon arriving, he noticed that the whole yard was well-kept; all the weeds and overgrown grass on the front lawn had been trimmed off.

Alvin was surprised by this. He even thought he had come to the wrong place, and he checked the door number, but it was indeed Westley's villa. "Mr. Morris, here we are. Shall we drive in?" Alvin asked Westley.

"No!" Westley got out of the car and looked intently at the yard. He seemed to share Alvin's surprise at the clean appearance of the place.

"Alvin, did you ask someone to weed the lawn?" Westley looked at Alvin curiously.

"No, I haven't had time to do so. Maybe Sophie arranged it?" Alvin was also surprised.

"Okay, got it." Without saying anything else, Westley confidently pushed the villa door open with the cake in his hand.

As he got closer to the yard, he saw someone squatting in the corner, dressed in dark-green gardener's overalls, holding a small hoe. The person was so concentrated on digging that she didn't notice Westley approaching. What was going on?

Why was the gardener still working at this late hour?

"What time is it? Why don't you leave? It's late." Westley called out to the person as he approached her.

It was... Gabrielle! She was digging a hole to plant flowers with her back turned towards Westley. When she hear

d the man's voice, she instinctively stood up and spun around, startled by the voice. She almost fell over, feeling dizzy from her quick movements, but Westley grabbed her with one hand to stop her from hitting the ground. "Gabrielle, you really can't wait to get into my arms as soon as you see me, can you?" said Westley, mischievously.

Gabrielle was clearly frightened. She undid herself from his clutch and looked at him uneasily. "I was fine until you suddenly appeared behind me without a sound."

This man was really unreasonable. He even complained before she did. Outrageous.

"But Gabrielle, you wouldn't be so scared of me if you weren't carrying out some dodgy, secret business, right? It seems like you're afraid of being found out. Haven't you heard the saying: 'don't be afraid of ghosts if you haven't killed one'?" Westley was deliberately provoking her with cheap shots.

"So you're saying you are a ghost?" Gabrielle murmured, looking away in irritation.

"What did you say?" Westley asked, threateningly.

"Nothing!" Gabrielle denied her reproaches fervently, but she was sure Westley was indeed a ghost-a ghost king! No calls or messages; he had ignored her for many days.

And then, suddenly, out of the blue, late in the night, here he was. Of course, he was a ghost. Of course, she was scared.

This kind of man was the worst of his kind. The kind who scared people and belittled them for being timid or fearful-based on his own actions!

"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?"

"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.