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Chapter 43 Drunk to make trouble
Chapter 43 Drunk to make trouble
The necklace on the neck slips and leaves a cool touch.
“Mr. Luke, your meal is ready.”
The waiter comes in time to break the rigid atmosphere of the moment.
Luke comes back his seat. Then, he lays the folded red handkerchief slowly in front of him, as if
nothing happens.
He isn't going to give her the necklace back now.
Jenny cannot understand his temper. There are too many rumors about him outside and he is so
indifferent that it is hard to get close to him. It is such an unapproachable person that suddenly wants to
marry her.
“Let’s start to eat.”
“Alright.”
The smell of steak helps them to forget the embarrassment.
Jenny lowers her head and stares at her plate, with an eager to finish the steak.
"Taste this." says Luke. His gentle speaking passes through the roses on the table, as if carrying a
special fragrance to Jenny.
Jenny looks up and finds that it is not his words that have the aroma, but the cod steak he brings to her
plate smells delicious.
The cod steak is sprinkled with a yellowish powder, but it still retains its original taste. This hotel is
really good.
"Thanks, it's delicious." Jenny is a little nervous. Luke seems to be kind today, but she feels
uncomfortable.
Out of politeness, Jenny tries to change a new topic to break such awkward atmosphere. "Are you
good at food? I have been abroad before, and I don't know where the food is delicious when I come
back. If you know, can you recommend some?”
Luke has intended to say no, but he changes his mind after hearing her words.
“I can take you there in the future.”
Luke gets a massage from George. “What about the hotel I book for you?”
Jenny is a food lover. When it comes to food, she starts to talk about her experience in Melbourne.
Luke occasionally nods in return to Jenny. Jenny has promised not to drink, but can not stop after
tasting it.
Her father was a wine lover before. And Jin’s Wine was famous. In his cellar, there were a lot of rare
wines with global limited quantity. Jenny grew up in such environment. Although the capacity has never
increased, she becomes more and stricter about the quality of wine.
“This is the Cabernet Sauvignon of 1998!” She tastes it and looks at him.
Luke looks at her and compliments, "What do you think of it?"
“It will be better if it is sobered up for more time. This wine is really rare, and there are few in the world,
so I am very surprised to be able to drink it here.”
Jenny drank several cups of wine in succession with Luke. The wine is worth millions. After opening it,
if it is not drunk up, its taste will be not as good as before even it is sealed up. She is unwilling to waste
it, so she drinks a lot.
"Do you know what the best way to make money is when working in bars abroad?"
Looking at Jenny’s red face, and hearing her words, Luke frowns. He becomes serious.
“Have you worked in a bar?”
“Yeah. I have to make money.” Looking at Luke’s serious expression, Jenny blinks her eyes and leans
over the table laughing, “Oh, you think too much. Can’t someone work well in the bar? In fact, I can
earn a lot of extra money. I can earn my tuition of half a year when only working for two months.”
“……”
“...”
“And I always earn more money than others,” she changes her posture, “International students in
Melbourne love to eat pickled chicken feet, especially in a bar. Thus, I always make a lot of chicken feet
and sell them on the sly."
When hearing these words, his brow becomes relaxed gradually.
Jenny keeps talking about how she discussed with the owner of the chicken farm to get a lot of chicken
feet for free, and that she made chicken feet with pickled pepper at home and sold them.
Then Luke smiles. It seems that he begins to like her.
"Can you make chicken feet with pickled pepper?" The way he smiles makes Jenny almost fall asleep.
“You are so handsome.” She does not seem to hearing Luke’s talking. Suddenly she touches her face
with one hand and reaches the other hand pointing at Luke, “You are so handsome that there must be
lots of girls loving you.”
“Then do lots of boys like you?” Luke talks to her patiently, smiling.
When she is told that Luke will marry her, she is deliberately polite and distant. But now, after drinking
some wine, Jenny becomes lovely
“Yeah.” Jenny nods proudly, “Of course, but I think that more people like me than like you.”
Suddenly, she wobbly stands up, picks up the glass, and goes to the front of Luke, pinching his face, “If
you keep smiling, more people will like you.”
“……”
“...”
“Cheers!”
The glass makes a nice clink when they toast. Luke stares at Jenny when she drinks. Her neck is so
white and her breasts go up and down when she drinks. Luke is charmed.
“Look, I drink it all, why don’t you do that?”
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Luke does not know what he should do. It seems that he is unable to talk seriously with a drunk. Before
drinking another glass of wine, he says, “Finish this glass of wine, then we go home back?”
“No.” Jenny replies, “Enjoy life and live for today.”
Luke looks down and smiles. He takes the glass to his mouth and seems to think of something but
stops, “Since you ask me to drink, there must be a reason, so you must promise me a thing.”
“Of course. I promise. Cheer up.” She takes him by the arm as if in a coquetry.
This is probably the most satisfying drink Luke has had in those days.
At noon on the next day, the sun from the outside of the curtains shines on a small delicate face, which
carries a unique youthful childishness.
Jenny is woken up by the annoying sunshine.
She gets up from the bed in a daze, and unconsciously reaches out her hands to look for her mobile
phone. But when just reaching out of the quilt, she feels a burst of cool rushing in. Then she suddenly
opens her eyes.
When does she put on the lace halter skirt?
what happened last night?
Wasn't she having dinner with Luke last night?
Where is it?
She wraps the quilt and looks around. The environment is not only familiar but also strange. It is the
Flower House, where Luke’s grandma lives.