Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 99

Alvin carried the cake back to the car and handed it to Westley carefully.

"Mr. Morris," Alvin said, "this is the pink-berry cake, the signature cake of this shop. The one you wanted." His voice trembled with a hint of surprise in it.

He was rather startled at Westley's choice in the cake. He had worked with the man for many years and didn't realize the reserved and somewhat aloof CEO had such femme preferences. With an inward smile, he appreciated this hidden, sweet side of his boss.

"Let's go," Westley said. He looked at the pink package and for a moment, he regretted buying it.

"Of course," Alvin said, "the shop assistant reminded me that this is an ice-cream cake and it's likely that it will melt if it's left outside for over half an hour, so I'll drive fast..."

"To Half Moon Bay," interrupted Westley, coldly.

Alvin had just started the car but abruptly stepped on the brake when he heard the destination.

'Isn't that where Gabrielle was staying?' he wondered.

Suddenly, the pink cake Westley bought made sense; it wasn't for him, but for Gabrielle.

So, after everything, it seemed that Westley did really care about Gabrielle.

When Westley had not visited her for many days, Alvin figured that he didn't think so warmly of her anymore, and that their relationship was over.

And now, here he was, buying a cake that fit Gabrielle's preferences. Alvin knew Gabrielle would enjoy it.

At the thought of this, the embarrassment of buying the cake just now was all gone. Alvin was willing to buy another cake for Gabrielle.

"Yes, Mr. Morris," Alvin replied, now seemingly happier, "I'll be fast. I'm sure we can make it before they go to bed." Alvin was much happier.

Westley wordlessly looked down at the pink box on the seat next to him. The whole car was filled with the rich fragrances of the ice-cream cake.

No wonder this shop was popular among girls and women.

Alvin drove with his new-found cheery demeanor, and they arrived at Half Moon Bay in twenty minutes.

The streets and pavements of the gated community were brightly lit. They drove directly to Westley's villa.

Upon arriving, he noticed that the whole yard was well-kept; all the weeds and overgrown grass on the front lawn had been trimmed off.

Alvin was surprised by this. He even thought he had come to the wrong place, and he checked the door number, but it was indeed Westley's villa.

"Mr. Morris, here we are. Shall we drive in?" Alvin asked Westley.

"No!" Westley got out of the car and looked intently at the yard. He seemed to share Alvin's surprise at the clean appearance of the place.

"Alvin, did you ask someone to weed the lawn?" Westley looked at Alvin curiously.

"No, I haven't had time to do so. Maybe Sophie arranged it?" Alvin was also surprised.

"Okay, got it." Without saying anything else, Westley confidently pushed the villa door open with the cake in his hand.

As he got closer to the yard, he saw someone squatting in the corner, dressed in dark-green gardener's overalls, holding a small hoe. The person was so concentrated on digging that she didn't notice Westley approaching.