My Waste Husband novel Chapter 15

Sylvia, who was originally happy, changed her mood when she saw Henry.

Oh, no, I forgot to tell him not to come back tonight! Oh, what should I do? In this way, if this girl finds out the truth, it will be awkward!

Sylvia got up from the dining table with a pale face and walked toward Henry.

Seeing Sylvia's pale face, Henry asked with concern, "President Lin, are you feeling okay?"

"No!" Sylvia whispered to Henry in a serious tone. "Also, don't call me President Lin. I told my friend that you are an artist who met me at an exhibition. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Henry couldn't help but laugh.

"What's funny?" Sylvia's small hands pinched Henry's arm, and her beautiful big eyes showed a strong warning. "Don't laugh! Play along or you will be in trouble!"

"OK, OK!" Henry quickly let her go and gestured. "Sylvia, don't worry. I will never reveal myself!"

After hearing Henry's words, Sylvia looked much better, and at the same time, she also showed a touch of tenderness on her face, trying not to let her best friend see it.

Henry noticed Sylvia's lovely appearance and felt extremely satisfied. As long as she was a woman, she had vanity. Who didn't want her husband to be a prince charming? President Lin was no exception.

Just as she finished, the short-haired woman in the kitchen came out with a plate of exquisite pastries.

"Ah! This is Henry, right?" The woman put the cake on the table and walked towards him.

Henry, who was still grinning a second ago, changed his attitude at this moment. He straightened his back and took the initiative to reach out to his hand. "Hello, I am Henry. To be honest, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen besides my wife."

Henry's words were so similar to a western gentleman's manners. He glanced at the short-haired woman and was sure that she was living abroad before coming back.

As expected, the short-haired woman was amused by Henry's words. She reached out and shook hands with him. "Mr. Zhang, you are really nice. My name is Milan, Sylvia's best friend."

"I often hear Sylvia talk about you." Henry just grabbed the second joint of the four fingers of Milan.

"Mr. Zhang, Sylvia said that you are good at art and proficient in the culture of various countries. Sure enough, your western etiquette is more standard than the nobility I have ever seen. Sit please, food will be ready in a minute."

After that, Milan turned around walked toward the kitchen leaving the fragrance scent behind her.

Henry and Sylvia sat at the dining table and looked at the confusion in the woman's eyes. Henry took the initiative to explain, "I took part in this kind of training when I was a waiter in the French restaurant."

All the delicacies were served on the table by Milan. Henry had seen more than 20 kinds of raw Consort.

"I haven't eaten this for a long time," Henry said delightedly.

Sylvia snorted, took out her little hand from Henry's hand, and grabbed the duck on the table.

Henry picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in mustard, and put it in his mouth. After three seconds, he began to chew.

Sitting opposite to Henry, Milan's movements were exactly the same as his. This was the most standard way to eat, and the most delicious way. Milan especially paid attention to Henry's first move.

During the meal, Sylvia asked Milan to talk about some women's topics. While they were chatting happily, Milan suddenly asked Henry, "Mr. Zhang, I heard from Sylvia that you two met in an exhibition?"

Sylvia's heart beat faster. She didn't expect that Milan would ask these questions. Henry was a waiter in a French restaurant. He knew something about French food and western etiquette, but what did he know about the art exhibition?

"Milan, do you want also to know his social security number?" Sylvia joked.

"Yes, that is exactly what I want to know, haha. I have to know how Henry managed to melt your frozen heart." Milan's eyes were full of curiosity. She looked at Henry Zhang as she said.

Sylvia reached out her greasy little hand and pulled Henry's arm. She winked at him at an invisible angle and said, "Henry, ignore her."

"Miss, President, you are not lying to me, right?" Milan put on a confused look.

"Of course not!" Sylvia felt a little anxious. "We, we are..."