Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 300


    Chapter 300 Put On An Apron For Him In Person


    Gabrielle snapped back to reality and lightly shook her head. She turned her gaze toward the


    ingredients on the table.


    She was to prepare five dishes and ones


    The soup was still stewing in tlo pot. The four dishes were ready, bugthe fifth one still had its


    ingredients the table. “There’s still the chicken wings with honey sauce. If you don’t want to prepare it, I


    will.” Qvibrielle thought that it might be a little difficult for Westley to cook a meat dish. She had already


    prepped and pickled the wings and put them in the fridge, but she still doubted that he could handle it.


    “Come here.” Westley smiled at her.


    “Let me do it.” Gabrielle walked over to the fridge and took the wings out. She took Westley’s response


    as an agreement for her to cook,


    “Bring me an apron,” Westley suddenly ordered It was only then that Gabrielle realized that he wanted


    to prepare the wings himself. She set the te of wings on the counter and stared at him and his


    immacte white shirt and well-pressed ck cks. His entire outfit was not suitable for a hot


    kitchen.


    Then, her eyes darted to his tie. He wao wearing the one she gave him again. She considered asking


    him to change the next day. After all, wearing the saine one tie for several consecutive das was not


    what a dashing CEO would do. His sharp eyed employees would aidicule him in private.


    “Westley…”


    “Just bring me an apron, Gabrielle, or take off yours and put it on me.” Seeing that she was uneasily


    staring at him, Westley shed Gabrielle a cold look.


    Gabrielle originally nned to remind him to change and wear another one tie but she decided to talk


    about that after the dinner. @


    She went and grabbed an apron for him, which was ck and white. “Here you go, ” she said and


    handed the apron to Westley.


    Standing this close to him, Gabrielle realized that he was so tall. She would not be able to put the


    apron on him with him standing upright.


    “My hands are greasy. Put it on me,” Westley said impatiently.


    He wanted her to put the apron on her “Fine. Lower your head then,”Gabrielle replied after thinking for


    Westley bent forward mid let Gabrielle put the apron on hings. Wait, take off my tie and put it on the


    table.”


    Gabrielle took off his tie and put it in the pocket of her apron. Seeing how carelessly she handled the


    tie, Westley was a little annoyed.


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    “Don’t put it in the pocket. You’ll wrinkle it. Set it t somewhere safe. Thene back and tie my


    apron.” Westley barked one order after another.


    Gabrielle wanted to roll her eyes at him.


    Could he at least ask nicely? Yes, he was the boss of apany, but he was not in the office right now


    and she was not his employee.


    All the same, Gabrielle did as he said. She took the tie and stepped out of the kitchen. When she came


    back, she was smiling at Westley.


    “Where’s my tie?” Westley nced at her hand and found it empty. She was shing him a toothy grin,


    which meete him suspicious. 1


    “I put it away like you asked Beriously. Westley, why is that tie so inportant to you? Is it because it’s


    adfift from me?” Gabrielle asked, tring at him knowingly.


    Westley’s face instantly darkened. He averted his gaze and cleared his throat. He decided he would


    not dignify that question with a response.


    “Juste here and fix my apron, will you?” Westley muttered, hoping that Gabrielle would drop the


    subject.


    She shrugged, walked over, and stood in front of him. They were standing close enough to each other


    to share breath.


    Gabrielle reached out and straightened Westley’s apron. She dipped her chin, hoping that he would not


    notice the ridiculous rush of blood to her cheeks.


    “Okay. Turn around,” Gabrielle said anxiously. Westley did not say anything but stared at her red face.


    The thought of Gabrielle getting this nervous and shy in front of him made Westley want to chuckle. But


    this time, he decided not to make things difficult for her and just turned around like she asked


    Gabrielle tied the back strings for him into a beautiful bow. fot.


    “Here are the wtigs.” Gabrielle picked up the te of wings on the counter and handed it to him.


    “I already cleaned those and pickled them. Can you make chicken wings with honey sauce? If not, you


    can make other vors,” Gabrielle said inly.


    However, to Westley, she sounded like she was underestimating him, and Westley did not appreciate


    that.


    “I got it. You can go now.” Westley did not want to listen to Gabrielle anymore. He wanted to start


    cooking.


    She was acting like she was worried that he could not handle a simple recipe for chicken wings. What


    gave her that impression anyway?


    “I can help.” Gabrielle did not understand why Westley was trying to get rid of her.


    She saw him smiling earlier when she was fixing his apron. Now he was afting all uptight and territorial.


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    Men were reallyplicates “I don’t need your help? Just leave me to cook in peace, il you?” Westley


    backfired.


    “All right. I’m going.” Gabrielle said, raising her hands in surrender. She turned on her heel and left the


    kitchen. Maybe Westley just did not want to be disturbed while he was cooking, just like her.


    “I’ll go feed ckboo,” Gabrielle chirped as she shut the kitchen door and made a run for ckboo’s


    kennel.


    She found the little guy lying on his backfortably inside his little nest. He was snoring softly with his


    round belly pointing up. He was so cute that Gabrielle could not resist waking him.


    ckboo was living his best life as a puppy, and like a human baby, he only did two things-eating and


    sleeping.


    “ckboo! ckboo!” Gabrielle squatted down and called ckboo twice.


    But ckboo did not seem to hely her. He was still snoring, his fat belly rising and dropping steadily.


    Gabrielle just smiled and let him be. He did not seem to be huigry, so she just let him sleep.


    After that, she decided to go to the garden to help Sophie water the nts. It had been more than a


    month since the flowers were nted, and most of them were starting to grow. They were taking root


    nicely, and their leaves looked amazing. Gabrielle could not wait to see them bloom.


    The garden that once appeared like a dark, withered forest was now gone. The


    new nts had given it a new life, vibrant and beautiful


    Although it was winter now, the garden was still so green.


    Gabrielle was growing to like this ce more and more. Although the house and the yard in Vineyard


    Vi wererge, they were well nned andid out in a square like a man-made park.


    But she still preferred the garden i Half Moon Bay, which she herself aised to tend to. a


    “Hi, Sophie. Where havent you watered? Let me do it.” Gabrielle walked up to Sophie and smiled


    Sophie was grüning the branches of some of the nts. She was a little surprised to see Gabrielle and


    confused as to why she was wearing an apron in a garden


    “Mrs. Morris, is dinner ready?” Sophie asked curiously