Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 92

Remy almost burst out laughing as he read Westley's message. He could imagine how angry Westley was. Remy could barely contain himself because nothing in the world delighted him more than infuriating Westley.

Then he replied, "The coffee brewed by our new barista is out of this world! It's so smooth and delicious. So, naturally, I thought of telling you first. It's definitely your cup of tea, Westley. Or rather, your cup of coffee."

Remy sounded smug, and his condescending attitude really got on Westley's nerves. The man's teases were annoying, but Westley found him almost unbearable when he started bragging.

"That's great, Remy," he wrote back. "Just great. "Does that mean you're going to send over a complimentary cup of this amazing drink for me?"

"Sadly, no," Remy answered, pretending to sound sorry. "We don't do deliveries, I'm afraid. Our customers are more than happy to come to us. That's how good our coffee is, as you know."

Westley gripped his phone. Remy was really starting to piss him off.

"Then stop wasting my time," Westley replied, and angrily turned off his phone.

Remy smiled with satisfaction. The more annoyed Westley was, the more entertaining it was for him. Even Gabrielle seemed to find it vaguely amusing.

"Remy, what happened?" she asked with a puzzled smile. "Why are you looking so happy?" Gabrielle curiously asked.

"Oh, nothing." Remy winked. "It's just a little mission I've accomplished." Gabrielle looked bemused. "Never mind," said Remy, waving a hand as if swatting away a fly. "Come on, it's time to get ready. We're going to the flower market." Remy slipped the phone inside his pocket and finished his coffee. "Come on, Gabby," he said, striding confidently out of the room. "Time waits for no man—or woman."

Without another word, Gabrielle and her silent chaperone, Sophie, prepared themselves for the day ahead.

Remy was waiting in the car when Gabrielle and Sophie showed up twenty minutes later. Despite his jokes earlier, he had coffee and dessert in a takeaway bag on the passenger seat.

"Remy, let's go!" Gabrielle and Sophie climbed into the back seat of the car. Gabrielle's broad smile and sparkling eyes told him how overjoyed she was to be visiting the flower market.

"Sit tight," said Remy. "Here we go!" Remy grinned with evil delight as he imagined the look on Westley's face the moment he offered him the takeaway treats.

During the 30-minute drive, Gabrielle looked through the internet for pictures of flowers, chatting excitedly with Sophie about which ones they'd buy.

"Gabby," Remy eyed her from the rearview mirror, "why not wait to choose the real thing? We'll be arriving soon enough."

Despite Remy's kind reminder, Gabrielle continued to scroll through picture after picture of the most magnificent flowers and gardens.

"Oh, I know." Gabrielle nodded. "I just can't help myself. But since I have nothing to do, I might as well try to find some inspiration. Remember, I already planned to fill the garden with as many flowers as possible. Roses, tulips, jasmine, lilacs..." Gabrielle's excitement was so infectious that Remy had no choice but to laugh.

He now understood how important this was to Gabrielle.

"Gabby," he inquired, "are you planning to live there forever?" Judging by the look on her face, it seemed that Gabrielle wasn't planning to leave any time soon.

Gabrielle noticed Remy's inquisitive, concerned gaze. For a fraction of a second, her smile slipped. "I don't know. Westley asked me to live there for the time being. He didn't say when he'd allow me to return to the Vineyard Villa. If it's going to be a while, at least I can feel at ease doing something like gardening."

"That's all?" Remy pressed on. "The esteemed Westley asked nothing more of you?" He felt that Gabrielle was holding something back, and didn't understand why Westley would force her to stay with him.

"No, nothing else," Gabrielle sighed lightly. "Maybe he really hates me and doesn't want to see me in Vineyard Villa any more. Out of sight, out of mind." She was silent for a moment and then opened her mouth to speak. "To be honest, I think it's better if we don't live together."

But Remy didn't believe a word of it. He knew Westley well enough to know that he'd never allow Gabrielle to set a foot in the Half Moon Bay Villa if he truly hated her.