Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 94

They had gotten to the flower market just in time. Gabrielle got the flowers she needed and paid for them. Remy followed her diligently, and even helped her in carrying some of the flowers. On their way back, she became apprehensive when she thought about how the families of Emily and Cassie had been threatened and also how Mr. Smith had been brutally beaten. If she had guessed correctly, all of these should be connected to Westley.

She knew that her husband was well-known for his cruel nature and his domineering way of handling issues. But then, he had never for once told her all he had done on her behalf.

Remy, staring at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove, knew what she was worried about. Just in time, they arrived at the Half Moon Bay Villa. He parked the car carefully and they both came out.

"Gabby, by now, you should know the kind of person you got married to. He believes more in action than mere talk. I'm sure he hasn't told you the things he has done for you, right?" he asked her with concern.

She paused for a while as if contemplating whether to reply or not. Then she answered, "No, he hasn't. If Macy hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have ever known."

"That's just how he is. As I said, he believes more in action than mere words. Don't worry, I'm sure you will get used to him in the future. If you want to appreciate him, you can call him or send a text to his phone. He would like that very much." He felt that he had done what he could do for them as a couple. It was now up to them to either take his advice or throw it out to the dogs.

"I understand. Thank you, Remy," she told him sincerely. An idea popped up in her mind.

"Speaking of which, since you like making coffee so much, I can recommend a place for you. It is my friend's coffee shop. If you're chanced, you can go there and see how that place looks like. You could even become a barista if you like." He took out a business card from his car's compartment and handed it over to her.

The name of the cafe, as written on the business card, was Taste Bud.

She had heard about this coffee shop in the past. It was ranked among the top three cafes in the Antawood. They made coffee excellently well and her friend, Sloane, liked it very much and for this reason, they often spent a lot of time there.

"I appreciate your concern, Remy. But my ultimate dream is to be a jewelry designer, not a barista. Making coffee is just a hobby for me. I don't intend to use it to make money." She declined without beating around the bush. She didn't want to disappoint him or take his kindness for granted. Besides, Taste Bud made very good coffee and she might not fit in well since she was just an unprofessional coffee lover.

"It doesn't matter, Gabby," he tried to persuade her. "You can still take it as your hobby. What I meant is that my friend has a full set of coffee machines, most of which he isn't using at the moment. You can go there to practice in your spare time, and you can polish up your coffee-making skills, you know. He will teach you quite a whole lot about coffee making. You don't have to take it so seriously so that it doesn't interfere in your jewelry designing." He found her to be a gifted barista and so he didn't want to see her talent go to waste just like that.

"Thank you, Remy." She nodded eventually.

She hadn't been going to the jewelry studio for some time, so she wanted to go there today if possible.

"You don't have to be so formal with me. I'll be leaving now. Don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything. I'm just a phone call away," he reminded her.

"Okay, thank you for accompanying us to the flower market today. I'm grateful. Please, drive carefully on the way." She waved at him.

He started the car and drove off. Instead of going back to the hospital or his own villa, he took the road that led to the Morris Group building.

Someone from there had sent him a message, asking him to come to his office right away. He received the message when he was still at the flower market. And now, it was more than two hours. He wondered silently if Westley would torture him to death for not responding to the message as qui

ckly as possible.

By the time he got to the floor where Westley's office was located, he could feel that the whole atmosphere was tensed up. If he guessed correctly, Westley must be in a rage right now.

"Oh! Dr. Remy. Thank goodness you are here. Please go in and pacify Mr. Morris. He is very angry right now," Alvin said to him as he walked past him with a large tray of some snacks and drinks which he knew was not what Westley liked to eat.

'Is it the food and drink I ordered for him this afternoon that inspired his strange taste in snacks and juice?' he asked himself silently.