Lock You In My Heart

Lock You In My Heart By B. MADRON Chapter 113 Read Online

Chapter 113 You Are So Angry

As soon as Sophie heard the sound of the kitchen knife dropping on the ground, she quickly left the pipe and ran towards the sound. She saw Gabrielle tightly clutching her left hand with her right. Sophie was immediately alarmed by the sight of blood flowing from her injury.

“Gabrielle, are you all right? What should I do? There’s so much blood. I think I’ll need to send you to the hospital now! How about I call Remy over…”

Although Gabrielle was in slight pain, it definitely wasn’t enough to fetch Remy over.

“Sophie, is there a medicine cabinet at home? Gabrielle was keeping a much cooler head than Sophie.

“Yes, there is one at home. I’ll find it for you.” Sophie hurried out of the room.

After having lived here for a few days, Sophie had become very familiar with the house. She knew exactly where everything was and could find it easily

Soon, Sophie came back with a white box containing a family medical kit. However, when she looked at Gabrielle’s hand now, she noticed it was not bleeding as profusely as before.

“Okay. I’ve got the medicine box. Let go of your hand so I can help you stop the bleeding.” Sophie said.

Gabrielle trusted Sophie completely. She loosened

her hand and did as she was instructed. After carefully wiping the blood off the surface of her hand, Sophie unearthed the wound and applied the hemostatic agent on it.

-Gabrielle, the cut is a little serious. We will need to apply some ointment to stop it from bleeding more. How did you get so many cuts?” After Sophie cleaned up all the blood on Gabrielle’s hand, she found

that there were three or four small cuts, which had been far more difficult to spot under all that blood

“It doesn’t matter. I just used these knives. But I guess they aren’t very suitable for me. If I use them enough, I’ll be more familiar with them and probably won’t get hurt again,” Gabrielle explained stiffly, knowing how bizarre and farfetched her explanation sounded.

“No, let me prepare the dishes, now. If you hurt your hand again…”

“Sophie, I’m fine. I’ve promised Westley I’ll cook dinner for him, and I want to honor my word,” Gabrielle said firmly, with a sense of determination in her bright and clear eyes.

After being so closely acquainted with Gabrielle over the last couple of days, Sophie had a clearer idea of how stubborn Gabrielle was. She knew it was difficult to change the young lady’s mind after she had made it up

Otherwise, such a large patch of weeds wouldn’t have been cleared by her hands.

“Alright, I’ll help you from the sidelines, though. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt again.” As she took a step back, Westley’s words flashed across Sophie’s mind

inexplicably. She was afraid that if it went on like this, Gabrielle might really burn the kitchen down.

Sophie was right to feel nervous.

“Sophie, I won’t get hurt again. I’ve already cut all the ingredients that I needed. I just need to cook them, now.” Gabrielle tried to comfort Sophie in a soothing voice

Sophie nodded for her sake, but was still doubtful and it showed. “Okay I have an idea. How about you stand aside and tell me how to do it? I don’t think it’ll be too convenient or practical to cook with your hand bound up.”

“I hurt my left hand, not the right one. It doesn’t matter at all. Also, Sophie, when you bandage me later, please keep it light and loose. Try to make sure the bandages aren’t too thick or tightly wound so it doesn’t affect my operation,” Gabrielle insisted.

It was the first time that Sophie had felt so useless as a servant.

“Sophie, I know you want to help me, but this is what I have promised Westley. I can’t break my promise.” Gabrielle said seriously.

“Well, Mr. Morris will understand what you mean. He’ll definitely feel your kindness and love towards him.” Sophie explicitly expressed her beliefs out loud.

Love?

That was not true at all. How could Gabrielle love Westley? She probably hated him instead.

However, Gabrielle didn’t want to break the happy

reverie that Sophie seemed to be in.

“Hey. Sophie, the blood has stopped. Could you wrap the gauze around it, now?” Gabrielle looked at her hand and found that it was not bleeding anymore.

“How about we call Remy? The wound will get infected if it is not properly treated.” Sophie feared that her first-aid administration wouldn’t be up to the mark, so she couldn’t help suggesting actual medical help.

“I just need to have some anti-inflammatory drugs. I used to do this all the time. It’s all right.” Gabrielle shook her head and firmly refused the suggestion.

She didn’t want to be laughed at by Remy for such a minute injury. It really wasn’t as big as Sophie was making it out to be.

“Okay, let me do the bandage for you.”

Sophie bandaged well. The old maid had, after all, been trained by the Morris family. They were all very proficient with the way they handled things and people.

So she bandaged very beautiful.

One look at it and Gabrielle was indeed very satisfied. “Thank you for bandaging my wound, Sophie. Well, I guess, you can leave the kitchen now, and leave me to cook.”

“Please don’t try and pretend to be strong, like you always do! Just call me if you need help, okay?” Sophie said with concern. 11

“I will, Sophie.”

Sophie left kitchen with the medicine box. She then immediately sent a message to Westley.

“Mr. Morris, Gabrielle’s arm has been cut four times while she tried to cook dinner for you. Can’t you see how much she really loves you? Please, you must come back early to dinner tonight. She will feel appreciated.”

Westley wasn’t interested in texting. Anyone who knew him well knew that if a matter needed urgent attention, they should call, rather than message.

By the time he saw the message, he had already had dinner at the club.

He had checked his phone only when Alvin had

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The message had been sent one and half hours ago. After reading what Sophie said, he did not seem to be moved, as he resisted the urge to show his emotions on his face.

Four wounds might have been cut when Gabrielle had been cutting vegetables, perhaps, but was she

also going to drain her blood to fry the vegetables?

“I don’t know if the blood has been drained or if the kitchen has been burnt!’ Westley wondered.

However, deep down, he didn’t feel genuine joy that this incident occurred. Instead, he found himself tensing up and feeling uneasy.

Obviously. Gabrielle didn’t cook very often. How could a skilled cook burden themselves with a few gashes while preparing a – he was sure, simple dish? If she didn’t know how to cook, he wondered why she even bothered to do so for him.

It was now human blood and flesh that had been sacrificed for this dish. How could he eat it? Was Gabrielle a fool?

“What’s wrong. Westley?” Remy took a glance at Westley and saw the serious and concerned look on his face.

“Nothing. It’s okay. Keep eating.” Westley kept his phone on the table and resumed picking up his food with chopsticks.

it. He poured some wine into his glass with a smile.

“Remy, don’t drink too much here. We’re still going to another place after this for more dinks, and then you can indulge as much as you want,” Jonas teased.

Remy put down the wine and served a bowl of soup for Westley. “Wow, you’re so angry. Here, relax and have some soup to calm down.” |

How did Remy know Westley was feeling angry?

“I don’t need soup.” Westley pushed the bowl aside.

“I’m a doctor. Trust me. You look preoccupied and down. There must be something that’s really bothering you. I think it’s a good idea to eat this soup.” Remy persuaded him seriously.

“No thank you, I don’t lack nutritionists. Eat some yourself.” Westley cast a cold glance at him.