Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 88

Gabrielle was a woman who did things according to her propensity. She had a very strong individuality that did not hide in the shadows. It was evident that she was chimeric by temperament. After lunch, she needed to find out what tools were needed for weeding the courtyard. She carried Sophie along.

When Sophie saw her face, the worrier in her awoke.

"Miss Jones, your wound hasn't healed. Why don't you have enough rest? Or you can get the work done by tomorrow." Sophie felt sorry for her. It was not every day that she saw such a hardworking woman among the rich.

"It's okay. The wounds are on my face and not my hands. It is my hands and feet I will use to work, " Gabrielle said with a mind-made up. She left her presence with a big scissor to get to work outside.

Wearing a pair of gloves, she began to cut the grass immediately. When she was in the Jones, she had done a lot of work. She did it really well, that even Sophie who watched her work was a little surprised.

"Miss Jones, do you really know how to do this?" Sophie couldn't believe her eyes.

"Sophie I had told you that I could cut the grass, but you didn't believe me. Although I'm the daughter of the Jones, I'm not spoiled. My mother trained me to do things within my ability since I was a child. I was taking care of the flowers and plants in our courtyard for a long time; that's why I feel bad that such a pretty courtyard is full of weeds." Gabrielle cut the grass as she spoke. She was very familiar with the operation.

At this moment, Sophie conclusively believed that the more she got fond of Gabrielle, the more attractive she would find her to be.

Gabrielle was simple but kind, not putting on any airs.

The two of them had been busy half the day. There were a lot of weeds in front of the yard. Ordinary weeding machines could not cut such high grass, so they could only cut it bit by bit by hand, and then use a hoe to remove the grassroots.

"Miss Jones, that's it for today. Drink some water and wipe your sweat away. You should go back to your room to take a shower and I'll make the bed for you. Is the wound on your face alright?" Sophie saw her wound soaked in sweat. She was old to understand that it was hurting her.

Gabrielle didn't feel a thing not until she heard what Sophie had said. "It's okay. I'll go back to my room to take a shower and apply some medicine. You don't need to make my bed. I'll do it later. Can I use anything in the room?"

"Of course."

Gabrielle returned to her room, scrubbed down and applied medication. At the point when she lifted the cover on the bed, she saw a few pieces of the bed layer were broken by them the previous night. It was clear how fierce the sex was.

At the thought of this, her face flushed. Luckily, Sophie didn't see this. She quickly took off the blanket and went to the wardrobe to find the bed sheet and quilt.

She opened the wardrobe door one after the other and found a hidden door hidden in it. With curiosity, she pushed it. There was a large cloakroom inside, which was a little like the one in Vineyard Villa. It had no clothes hanging in it; there was only a cabinet of jewelry.

Gabrielle was a jewelry designer, so she could tell immediately that all these were top-grade from famous designers. Many of them were made by international well-known jewelry designers, which were much more precious than the ones in Vineyard Villa. She didn't expect that the things here were so precious.

It could be seen that Westley cared about that woman very much. It was not like he would prepare so much jewelry for any other woman.

If she was very important to h

im, why would they call things off after all?

It was baffling to fathom.

"Miss Jones!" A voice was heard calling out.

It was the voice of Sophie. Gabrielle hurried out to meet her. When she was in view, she inquired.

"What is wrong, Sophie?"