Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 302

In the eyes of her fans, Michelle was a goddess who did not share the ways of mortals, but the truth was, Michelle was just like any ordinary person. She might love pretty and expensive stuff, but she also loved enjoying simple things, like Westley's cooking.

 

For Michelle, one of the most intimate and romantic activities a couple could engage in was preparing a meal together.

 

That was how her parents bonded, and she witnessed it firsthand. When they were not working, they were in the kitchen together, cooking delicious food, making coffee, or baking pastries.

 

Michelle grew up in such a happy, loving environment upon which her entire belief system on love and family was built. Westley had a good understanding of it as well.

 

Seeing that her cousin and her cousin-in-law were cooking together like her parents used to, she could not help feeling a bit envious. She wanted a husband like that, one who would spend time preparing their meals with her even if neither of them were masters in the kitchen.

 

Sometimes, what mattered was the process, not the results.

 

"Let's go inside and have dinner." Gabrielle considered explaining to Michelle further, but in the end, she just decided to invite her in.

 

"Yes, please. I want to have some dinner of love made by my cousin and cousin-in-law," Michelle said excitedly.

 

Westley shot Michelle a cold glance when she and Gabrielle walked past him.

 

'What dinner of love? It stopped being dinner of love when she showed up and began third wheeling without anyone's permission.'

 

Gabrielle headed to the living room and put down everything Michelle brought while Michelle happily skipped toward the dining room and sat at the table.

 

"Wow, everything looks so delicious! God, I'm so glad I came to visit!" Michelle exclaimed, ogling the food on the table.

 

From the soup to the vegetable and meat dishes, all of it looked so delectable.

 

"Wash your hands first. Weren't you taught to wash your hands before a meal?" Westley groaned, glaring at his cousin.

 

"Okay, okay. You need to chill." Michelle stuck out her tongue at him and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

 

"Why are you being so snippy at Michelle?" Gabrielle asked curiously.

 

"Am I?" Westley retorted, filling a bowl of soup for her.

 

"Well, yes. Thank you." Gabrielle really did not want to get Westley all riled up again, but he looked unhappy, and she wanted to know why. Did the cooking exhaust him and now he was testy?

 

"How's your arm? Is it better?" Gabrielle took the bowl of soup from Westley and took a sip. The soup was so tasty, and it felt nice and warm in her stomach.

 

"It's fine. I'm not that delicate." Westley sat next to her.

 

The more Westley told her he was fine, the more Gabrielle worried about him.

 

He had seriously injured his arm while on a business trip recently, but Gabrielle did not know the details, and she was hesitant to ask.

 

"There, I've washed my hands. Would you like to check them, Westley?" Michelle came back and showed Westley her freshly washed hands.

 

Westley shot her a scornful glance. "Just sit down and eat, Michelle."

 

Even though Westley was being a bit mean to her, Michelle did not seem to mind. She just took a seat and started to fill her plate with food while humming happily. She squeaked and clapped her hands at the first bite.

 

"Eat as much as you want, Michelle. You must be very tired these days. You've been working a lot." Gabrielle smiled at Michelle who was deeply enjoying the food.

 

"Yes. I barely have time to sleep on my insane schedule," Michelle moaned, taking a bite of her chicken wing.