My Waste Husband novel Chapter 492

France was a romantic country, and the taverns here were full of romantic atmosphere.

Under the guidance of Milan, the four of them chose a very elegant tavern.

Milan told Sylvia that public security in France was not as good as in China. At night, there would often be things that could affect people's mood. But this tavern was different. The owner of the tavern had the royal family background. No one dared to cause trouble here, but the price was a little higher.

Of course, this price was not a problem for them.

The tavern was very quiet, with soft music. The whole tavern was filled with soft orange lights. The bartender was making coctails carefully.

The wooden facilities gave people a sense of nostalgia.

Sylvia chose a table in the corner and sat down. As soon as Sylvia sat down, Megan sat next to Sylvia in case that Henry would take the initiative to sit there first.

Henry really wanted to sit next to Sylvia, but Megan's action made him grin and sit opposite Sylvia.

Milan stood by the table and looked at Henry and Sylvia, who were sitting on opposite sides. She shook her head and sat down beside Henry.

They ordered two bottles of red wine and some snacks.

Under the light music, Milan was the first to raise her glass. "Welcome to France."

With a crisp clunk of clinking glasses, the four drank up the wine in one gulp.

As soon as the wine in the glass was finished, Sylvia poured herself a full glass of wine. This action made Milan slightly speechless. She and Sylvia had known each other for so many years and she knew Sylvia very well. If it weren't for some special reason, Sylvia would never drink this much.

"Come on, Milan, let's have another toast!" Sylvia raised her glass directly.

Milan looked at Sylvia and then looked at Henry. She picked up the bottle and poured the wine for herself and Henry. "Let's have a drink together."

"I'm afraid he doesn't dare to drink!" Sylvia deliberately looked at Henry provocatively.

"I don't dare to drink?" Henry directly picked up the wine glass. After another crisp clinking of the glass, the three of them drank.

Sylvia drank up the wine in the glass. Through the transparent glass in her hand, Sylvia saw Henry's silhouette. This person, who a long time ago gradually walked into her life, was about to leave. She might never find the person who would take her to drink cola again.

"Come on, Henry, let's drink another one." Sylvia took the initiative to pour wine for herself. Today, she was particularly bold, which was completely different from her personality.

The foreign wine was easy to drink but also really easy to get drunk. And the aftertaste is stronger than the regular white wine.

After a few glasses of wine, Sylvia got a bit tipsy.

"Honey, don't drink anymore." Henry said quickly when he saw Sylvia pouring another glass of wine.

"It's not so easy for all of us to gather here today. How can we not drink?" Sylvia not only filled her glass, but also filled Milan's and Henry's glasses.

Sylvia Lin looked at Henry and Milan, who were sitting opposite her. She couldn't help but be in a trance. They had known each other for a long time. If she withdrew now, it might make things easier for them.

"I'll go to the toilet first." Henry stood up with a smile.

When it was late at night, Sylvia helped Henry and Milan walk into a hotel.

Both of them, who had been completely drunk, feebly collapsed onto the warm bed. The red light was accompanied by a gust of mist, and rose petals spread all over the bed.

Sylvia went to the door of the room. She took a last look at the man lying and slammed the door. Through the gap in the door could be clearly seen that tears were falling down from the corner of her eyes.

At the moment when the door was closed, Henry who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, including Milan.

"Henry, you two..."

"I don't know." Henry shook his head. He got up, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and passed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel. He saw Sylvia walking out of the hotel. "I don't know what happened."

Milan also walked to the French window. Looking at Sylvia who was leaving, she sighed and said, "Does she know your identity?"

Henry turned around and glanced at Milan. He opened his mouth and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You know?"

"I just found out today."

Henry did not say anything. Based on her status in the royal family palace, it was not difficult for Milan to hear about the things that had happened in the palace today.

"Sylvia, Sylvia." Looking at her leaving back, Milan muttered, "Why did you drug Henry and me? Just because you wanted to leave?"

Henry was very sensitive to danger, and he was far more sensitive than ordinary people. When he came back from the toilet, he realized that something was wrong. He didn't drink that glass of "poisoned" wine. At the same time, he secretly told Milan. The two glasses of wine had been spilt on the floor of the tavern.