Chapter 293 Could Not Appreciate What Is Good
After staying three days, Gabrielle was discharged from the hospital. The reason was simple: the wound had started to heal and even had scab now. So there was no need to stay in the hospital anymore. She was relieved to leave as she never liked the strong smell of disinfectant
Westley knew that she was impatient and hated the hospital smells. And now that the wound on her back was not serious, she was allowed to go home. He took her back home in the morning.
In fact, even Westley didn’t like hospitals. Even at this occasion, he would have taken Gabrielle home. But he didn’t want to take any risk and wanted her to receive better treatment.
“Well, it’s actually more comfortable at home. Even the air is fresher and relieving,” After getting off the car, Gabrielle stood still in the yard. She raised her head, closed her eyes and took a deep breath in the open.
Westley got off the car and saw her standing. He thought she was being silly and cute as she stood there taking deep breaths. “Oh c’mon! Everywhere in the city it is the same air. Don’t be silly. I know you were smelling the disinfectant in the ward every day which is not pleasant. Still, you need to go inside now. It’s windy out here.” Westley came towards her. He took off his jacket and put it across her shoulders. He gently patted her head, urging her to go inside.
He wondered if he had seen such a silly woman in his life.
Looking at the black jacket on her shoulders and feeling the warmth of Westley’s body, Gabrielle felt something which was indescribable. i
She felt like she was wrapped in his warmth that would keep all the cold and wind away
It was winter in Antawood in December. Although it was a southern city, it was still quite cold and windy. And she’d still need to wear a thin sweater and coat.
Gabrielle was wearing a long, thick dress and knitwear. She didn’t feel very cold, but now when she put on Westley’s jacket, she realized that she needed to be warm.
Thinking of what he had just now said, Gabrielle felt his words were a little rude. He could have said it in a nice way. But, he had to say it so harshly.
That was Westley’s nature. He was a straight-forward and headstrong man.
“Huh! You are so boring and unromantic, ” Gabrielle muttered to herself. But it was loud enough for the man, who strode her into the room, to hear.
“Mrs. Morris, please go inside. It’s cold outside. You’ve just been discharged from the hospital and are likely to catch a cold.” When Sophie walked out, she saw Gabrielle standing in the yard while the wind kept blowing.
“Sophie, it’s okay. I’m fine. Actually, it’s not too cold. Look, there’s the sun and it’s quite warm now.” Gabrielle smiled. She felt very warm wrapped in his jacket.
“It’s not warm here but she won’t listen. Mr. Morris really cares about her, looking at Westley’s jacket on Gabrielle, Sophie thought to herself.
Sophie was sure that Westley had fallen in love with Gabrielle. He always took everything into consideration when it came to her. Even now he had put his jacket on her shoulders so caringly.
It was really good news. It was a relief now and Miley didn’t need to worry about anything “Okay, let’s go inside.” Gabrielle didn’t say anything. She turned and walked into the house, holding Sophie’s hand.
As days passed, it was getting colder and colder. Gabrielle realized that Westley’s birthday was approaching,
She thought of baking a cake for him. She was learning and needed to make a few attempts before the occasion. She wondered if he would like a cake baked by her.
That was not the only thing on her mind, Gabrielle was worried that the cake she prepared would turn out ugly and terrible. Then what? She would be too embarrassed to gift him that.
If the cake was ugly and tasteless, Westley would think that she couldn’t do anything right. And considering his bad temper and sharp tongue, she knew he would scom her.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!”
After all, it was amazing to see a boy so sensible and obedient. It was very rare.
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