Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 47

Noticing the way Micheal stared at her unnerved Gabrielle and made her look at him uneasily. Was it a bad thing to be allergic to seafood?

"Mr. Robinson, what's wrong?" Gabrielle asked in a low voice.

"You didn't book the table in this restaurant, right?" Micheal fixed his eyes on Gabrielle for a while.

The most popular dish in this restaurant was made of seafood. Why had Gabrielle selected this particular restaurant if she was allergic to seafood? She had placed herself in an awkward situation.

"What?" Gabrielle sipped on her cup of ice coffee. She was taken aback by his question.

She didn't book the table; she had asked Mia to do that. Would Micheal think that she was not sincere to invite him to dinner?

"Miss Jones, you may not be aware, but this restaurant's most prominent dish is the lobster. What's the point of dining here if you can't enjoy its signature dish?" His voice was not loud, but firm. Gabrielle blushed at his remarks.

"Mr. Robinson, I'm sorry. I asked Miss Robinson to book the table for me, as I had no idea which restaurant is better. Don't you like the food here?" Gabrielle felt a little embarrassed.

She had wanted to thank Micheal for saving her life, and she thought choosing a restaurant would be a great way to do so. Little did she realize she would end up feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, it's a nice restaurant, but I don't think you'd enjoy the food here, seeing as you can't have seafood," Micheal responded in a calmer voice.

"But it doesn't matter. There are many other dishes here, apart from seafood. Don't worry, I can eat something else. The most important thing is that you have a hearty meal here and enjoy your time." Gabrielle smiled at Micheal and breathed a sigh of relief as she relaxed a little.

As long as Micheal enjoyed the meal, it didn't matter whether the food was according to her preferences or not.

After all, Micheal was the one she invited to the dinner tonight, and not the other way around.

"You can serve the dishes now. And please, this lady is allergic to seafood so be mindful to keep the dishes separate. If there is a mess-up, I'm afraid your restaurant will be responsible for it," Micheal reminded the waitress seriously.

"I see, I will definitely inform the chef. Please wait a moment." The waitress casted a quick glance at both of them, admiring Micheal's charm in expressing his concern for the lady.

She was very envious of her!

'Sure enough, the other women's boyfriends are better than mine, ' thought the waitress.

Gabrielle was stunned as she noticed the way the waitress scanned both of them. Had she misunderstood something?

"Mr. Robinson, I appreciate it, but you don't have to show consideration for me. I invited you to dinner just to express my gratitude to you,"

Gabrielle said seriously.

"Miss Jones, you fell into the river because of Mia's playfulness. Of course I saved you; it was the only way! Our Robinson family owe a debt of gratitude to you, so it should be me who invites you for a meal as a way of thanks." Micheal shrugged, as a matter-of-fact.

"Mr. Robinson, it's my treat today,"

"Miss Jones, I don't know why you and Westley got married, but I can see that you are not in a good relationship. If you need any help, just let me know. After all, it's quite rare that Mia likes someone so much; she has very few friends, you see. But she told me that you are her friend and asked me to take good care of you. And I would like to honor that." Micheal didn't seem to be joking.

Gabrielle didn't have the courage to look into his eyes. She had married Westley as a scapegoat—there was indeed no love between them.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jones. I'm afraid I shouldn't have mentioned such a matter. It's your private affair with Westley after all." Noticing Gabrielle's continued silence, Micheal made an apology at once. No wonder why they married, but still, it was none of his business.

"Mr. Robinson, it's okay. You don't have to apologize to me." Gabrielle hurriedly waved her hand. She felt embarrassed that he was apologizing to her, and wanted to move on from this topic.

"As Mia's friend, please feel free to treat me as your brother from now on. If you have anything you need help with or want to talk about, I'm here. You know I'm able to settle matters easily." Micheal seamlessly changed the topic.

The dishes then arrived, and they were momentarily distracted from their conversation. Gabrielle turned her head around the restaurant and she looked out of the window. Her eye caught a familiar black Cayenne driving towards the parking lot of the restaurant. Her curiosity was aroused as she continued to stare at the vehicle in anticipation.

When she saw the man getting out of the car, her eyes widened in surprise.

It was none other than Westley!

After unloading a barrage of unkind words to her in the afternoon, here he suddenly appeared, at the same restaurant she was having dinner at. Could he know she was dining with Micheal and had come to whisk her away?

Gabrielle trembled with fear at the thought of that. But then ... she saw a slender woman in a blue dress get out of a white car nearby to the Cayenne. She walked directly to Westley. Although Gabrielle's view was somewhat obscured, it seemed as though they knew each other well—almost too well.

"Miss Jones, what are you looking at?" Micheal noticed Gabrielle's gaze out of the window. He knew she seemed distraught, because she hadn't even realized all the dishes had been served.