Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 92 Read Online


    Chapter 92 Hateful Women


    Remy almost burst outughing as he read Westley’s message. He could imagine how angry Westley


    was. Remy could barely contain himself because nothing in the world delighted him more than


    infuriating Westley.


    Then he replied, “The coffee brewed by our new barista is out of this world! It’s so smooth and


    delicious. So, naturally, I thought of telling you first. It’s definitely your cup of tea, Westley. Or rather,


    your cup of coffee.”


    Remy sounded smug, and his condescending attitude really got on Westley’s nerves. The man’s


    teases were annoying, but Westley found him almost unbearable when he started bragging


    “That’s great, Remy,” he wrote back. “Just great. “Does that mean you’re going to send over a


    complimentary cup of this amazing drink for me?”


    “Sadly, no,” Remy answered, pretending to sound sorry, “We don’t do deliveries, I’m afraid. Our


    customers are more than happy toe to us. That’s how good our coffee is, as you know.”


    Westley gripped his phone. Remy was really starting to piss him off.


    Then stop wasting my time.” Westley replied, and angrily turned off his phone.


    Remy smiled with satisfaction. The more annoyed Westley was, the more entertaining it was for him.


    Even Gabrielle seemed to find it vaguely amusing.


    “Remy. what happened?” she asked with a puzzled smile. “Why are you looking so happy?” Gabrielle


    curiously asked.


    “Oh, nothing” Remy winked. “It’s just a little mission I’ve aplished.” Gabrielle looked bemused.


    “Never mind,” said Remy, waving a hand as if swatting away a fly. “Come on, it’s time to get


    ready. We’re going to the flower market.” Remy slipped the phone inside his pocket and finished his


    coffee. “Come on, Gabby,” he said, striding confidently out of the room. “Time waits for no man or


    woman.”


    Without another word, Gabrielle and her silent chaperone, Sophie, prepared themselves for the day


    ahead.


    Remy was waiting in the car when Gabrielle and Sophie showed up twenty minutester. Despite his


    jokes earlier, he had coffee and dessert in a takeaway bag on the passenger seat.


    “Remy, let’s go!” Gabrielle and Sophie


    climbed into the back seat of the car. Gabrielle’s broad smile and sparkling eyes told him how


    overjoyed she was to be visiting the flower market.


    “Sit tight,” said Remy. “Here we go!” Remy grinned with evil delight as he imagined the look on


    Westley’s face the moment he offered him the takeaway treats.


    During the 30-minute drive, Gabrielle looked through the inte for pictures of flowers, chatting


    excitedly with Sophie about which ones they’d buy.


    “Gabby.” Remy eyed her from the rearview mirror, “why not wait to choose the real thing? We’ll be


    arriving soon enough.” u


    Despite Remy’s kind reminder, Gabrielle continued to scroll through picture after picture of the most


    magnificent flowers and gardens.


    “Oh, I know.” Gabrielle nodded. “I just can’t help myself. But since I have nothing to do, I might as well


    try to find some inspiration. Remember, I already nned to fill the garden with as many flowers as


    possible. Roses, tulips, jasmine, lcs…” Gabrielle’s excitement was so infectious that Remy had no


    choice but tough.


    He now understood how important this was to Gabrielle.


    *Gabby,” he inquired, “are you nning to live there forever?” Judging by the look on


    her face, it seemed that Gabrielle wasn’t nning to leave any time soon.


    Gabrielle noticed Remy’s inquisitive, concerned gaze. For a fraction of a second, her smile slipped. “I


    don’t know. Westley asked me to live there for the time being. He didn’t say when he’d allow me to


    return to the Vineyard Vi, if it’s going to be a while, at least I can feel at ease doing something like


    gardening” ,


    “That’s all?” Remy pressed on. “The esteemed Westley asked nothing more of you?” He felt that


    Gabrielle was holding something back, and didn’t understand why Westley would force her to stay with


    him.


    “No, nothing else,” Gabrielle sighed lightly. “Maybe he really hates me and doesn’t want to see me in


    Vineyard Vi any more. Out of sight, out of mind.” She was silent for a moment and then opened her


    mouth to speak “To be honest, I think it’s better if we don’t live together.”


    But Remy didn’t believe a word of it. He knew Westley well enough to know that he’d never allow


    Gabrielle to set a foot in the Half Moon Bay Vi if he truly hated her. 3


    After a few minutes, Remy broke the


    awkward mncholy silence. “Here we are. at the flower market in double–quick time. You two can get


    out first and I’ll find a ce to park.” He pulled over and thedies took their exit.


    The flower market was already very busy with early shoppers and soon Gabrielle and Sophie were


    swallowed by the crowd.


    “Sophie,” said Gabrielle, pulling herpanion closer amidst the noise. “Let’s wait for Remy in the


    store near the gate!” Sophie nodded, and Gabrielle took her by the arm, steering her chaperone


    through the sea of people and then heading toward therge store by the main gate.


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    By chance rather than design, this shop sold a wide variety of seedlings-just what Gabrielle was


    looking for.


    As she gazed in wonder at the incredible array of seedlings on disy, Gabrielle felt a hand gently


    touch her shoulder.


    She turned to find a beautiful young woman smiling at her. It was Macy, one of Gabrielle’s college


    ssmates. Not only was Macy ravishingly beautiful-she was tall, lithe and very outgoing


    Although Gabrielle didn’t have many friends among her ssmates, she felt at ease with


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    “Oh Macy, how nice to see you again! Are you here to buy some flowers too?” Gabrielle’s cheery voice


    turned heads, but Macy wasn’t fazed at all, and deftly side-stepped the question


    “Gabrielle!” she said, reaching out to hug her old ssmate. “It’s really you!” Macy turned to


    Gabrielle‘s quietpanion. “Is this your mother?” 3 Macy looked with unabashed curiosity at Sophie,


    who was standing demurely by Gabrielle’s side.


    Since no one at college had ever met Gabrielle’s parents in all her four years of schooling, it was an


    easy and forgivable mistake to make.


    “Oh no,” Gabrielle giggled. “I’m so sorry. I should have introduced you. This is Sophie.” Macy waited for


    Gabrielle to exin further, but that seemed to be the end of the matter.


    Now that she was a senior student who had few courses left, spending most of her time working


    outside the campus, Gabrielle had few opportunities to meet her ssmates. Meeting Macy like this


    was delightful.


    Macy didn’t prod further. “Hello, Sophie. I’m a friend and ssmate of Gabrielle. My name is Macy.”


    MACY held out a long. pale, perfectly manicured hand. Sophie paused for a moment, then hesitantly


    shook hands with the young woman. “It’s nice to meet you.”


    Macy turned to Gabrielle and took booth her hands. “Oh, Gabrielle, you haven’t been back to school for


    almost a month. I was so worried. I heard that you were sick. Are you feeling better now? You look


    wonderful,” continued Macy. “but your face…” Macy was clearly an observant girl.


    I had an ident in the garden. I’m perfectly alright now.” Gabrielle couldn’t look her friend in the eye


    because they both knew it wasn’t true. Most of the scabs had fallen away, but pink scars on her face


    were still visible. Up close, other people would still be able to see it.


    “A few days ago, I saw on the school forum that you had a fight with Emily and Cassie.” Macy changed


    the topic. “Was that true?” Before Gabrielle could answer, Macy continued, “I wanted to call you the


    moment I saw the post, but it was deleted so quickly. and I wasn’t sure if it was just a rumor. I’m so


    sorry!”


    Gabrielle felt uneasy because she was true. She did fight with Emily and Cassie, but she didn’t expect


    someone would ask her about it directly.


    “If you really did,” Macy said, eyes wide, “it was so cool of you, Gabrielle! They’re mean girls who look


    down on others. They believe that everyone should kowtow and treat them as princesses just because


    they’re pretty and rich. They’re super flirty too, sharging handsome boys, even though they know


    they’re taken. Do you remember Jax, the one Emily liked? It was right that Jax refused her. So you did


    a good job. Those two bitches need to be punished to be put in their ce. – Gabrielle felt so


    embarrassed by all the praise heaped upon her.


    “Calm down, Macy,” she replied. “It’s no big deal.” Gabrielle wasn’t too keen on talking about something


    scandalous.


    “Their parents came to the school,” said Macy. “They really tried to stir up trouble. but after that nothing.


    There were some rumors that both families received threatening letters, so I guess they didn’t dare visit


    the school again. Emily and Cassie are still studying at home. They deserve it.”


    The more Macy spoke, the more animated she became.


    Gabrielle stared at her, confused. “Hold on,” She grasped Macy’s hand. “Are you saying that they


    received threatening letters after we fought?”