Daniel couldn’t contain himself and spat out a mouthful of wine. Coincidentally, it sprayed on Christopher’s face.
Daniel stared at the splattered face of Christopher’s. He wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to. He could only suppress his laughter.
"Don’t bla . If you want to bla soone, bla your wife."
As he spoke, he handed over a wet towel.
However, Christopher’s face was cold. After a tense few monts, he took the wet towel and wiped the wine stains on his face. He was about to get up to help Janice up.
However, Janice staggered over and said, "Tell , why didn’t you hire him?"
Seeing that Janice was so persistent, Daniel had to say, "Maybe it’s because he is too handso."
When he finished his sentence, he couldn’t help laughing, but Christopher shot him a cold look.
"You’re right... I also think so. But you’re wrong. The dishes cooked by my husband are much better than those by the chefs here. It’s your loss if you don’t hire him."
As Janice spoke, she walked over to Christopher.
Christopher was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly reached out to hold her.
However, Janice wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Don’t you think so, my husband?"
Her warm breath was right next to his ear, making Christopher tingle. He could only nod hastily. "Yes, you’re right."
Just as he was about to stop Janice from moving, she suddenly turned her head and made a shushing gesture in the direction of Daniel.
"Don’t let my husband know about this. He’s a very prideful man."
She even deliberately lowered her voice.
Daniel was about to burst into tears from laughing, but he still nodded seriously and agreed.
"I definitely won’t tell him. He’s indeed quite proud."
After that, he turned to Christopher.
"Where did you get to know this adorable creature? I can’t believe she doesn’t even know who you are. I’m going to die of laughter."
Christopher shook his head helplessly.
There was nothing he could do. After all, his wife was so completely naive to what was going on.
However, he should be the only one who got to see her adorable side.
So, he stood up and said, "Tonight’s dinner, put it down on my account."
After that, he supported Janice and walked out of the door.
Daniel was left sitting alone.
Christopher helped Janice out of the hotel.
He put Janice in the back seat, only to find that she was fidgeting. She kept wanting to stand up.
Considering her safety, Christopher could only move her to the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. He then returned to the driver’s seat and drove the car out.
On the way back, Christopher was tornted by Janice. It was not until she finally reached ho and he helped her onto the bed that Janice finally cald down.
Christopher couldn’t help but frown when he saw Janice lying on the bed, blushing like a baby.
It seed that in the future, he had to supervise her and not let her drink.
Thinking of this, Christopher sighed and pulled the quilt over her. When he was about to turn around and leave, his wrist was suddenly held by a soft little hand, and there was a whisper behind him.
"...Christopher.. You don’t have to worry too much. You didn’t get this job... It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. At worst, I... will take care of you for the rest of my life... rest of my life..."
Although it was a drunken sentence, it still caused a ripple in the bottom of Christopher’s heart.
Staring at Janice’s peaceful sleeping face, he could not help but turn around and gently kiss her forehead.
"What a cute girl!"
The next day, Janice woke up and felt a pain in her head. She couldn’t help murmuring, "Why does it hurt so much?"
"You’re awake?"
The door opened and Christopher’s handso face peeked in.
...
Janice nodded, but she couldn’t help rubbing her temples.
"Christopher, how did I get back last night?"
Hearing Janice’s question, Christopher couldn’t help but frown. "How do you think?"
Looking at Christopher’s expression, Janice was a little confused. She wasn’t good at drinking, but she couldn’t be knocked out by one glass... she wasn’t that pathetic, was she? But yesterday, for so reason, she just drank a glass and passed out. Moreover, she couldn’t rember what happened afterward.
"Then... did you pay the bill last night?"
Thinking that she left Christopher there alone last night, Janice felt a little guilty.
Christopher knew that she would ask this when she woke up. He said, "Don’t worry, I paid."
"How much is it? How about I transfer you the money?"
As soon as Janice finished speaking, she got a kiss on her forehead.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Christopher scolded her.
Janice touched her forehead, but she still felt a little sorry for Christopher. However, she realized her actions were too unfitting since they were now husband and wife.
However, she couldn’t bear to owe him such a big debt just because Christopher didn’t have any inco. So she thought about it and said, "How about this? I’ll give you a gift. What do you like?"
Janice asked seriously.
Christopher replied, "I’ll accept whatever you give ."
He was such an easygoing person.
Janice thought to herself.
"Then I’ll buy whatever I think is suitable."
As a result, that night, she went to the store to buy a pink shirt for Christopher.
She had helped him tidy his wardrobe once and found that his clothes were monotonous. They were either black or white, which seed a little dull.
She wanted Christopher to show more vibrancy, so she chose a pink shirt. It looked bright and full of vitality.
As soon as Janice got ho, she urged Christopher to put on the shirt for her.
She wanted to exchange it if it didn’t fit him.
After all, she did not know his exact size but roughly estimated it.
Christopher entered the room with the shirt and soon ca out.
He stood in front of Janice.
Janice looked at his front and back and found that it fit very well as if it were custom-made.
As she tidied up the corners of Christopher’s wardrobe, she said, "I don’t see any clothes with brands in your wardrobe, so I went to the branded store to buy one. Although it’s not a high-end brand, I think it’s comfortable. If you like it, I’ll buy you more in the future."
However, Christopher frowned. His clothes were not branded?
They were all handmade from Italy.
His wife was quite clueless.
He could only helplessly answer, "Okay."
The more Janice looked at Christopher, the more assured she was of his looks. She rembered that Yvonne had said before that she wanted to see what her husband looked like, so she secretly took a photo of Christopher in his new pink shirt and sent it to her.
She deliberately boasted, "Is my husband handso?"
However, after she sent the ssage, Yvonne did not reply. She thought that she might have sothing important to attend to, so she left it at that.
When she was about to go to bed, her WhatsApp kept ringing. Yvonne sent more than 20 ssages in a row. There were ssages and voice notes.
"Ah, Janice, where did you find such a handso husband? No, we’ll have to et at the usual place tomorrow. I want to get tips from you."
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