My Husband is Not Rubbish
16. Who my real husband is.
Bernard took Viona to the dining room which was quite spacious, at the dining table seemed to have served dinner.
The dining table looks romantic, red tablecloth decorated with a high-legged candle holder.
One vase with lilac flowers combined with lilies looks very beautiful in the middle of the dining table. And one bottle of champagne in a container filled with ice cubes.
Bernard put Viona on the chair, then he pulled the chair for himself to sit on.
Two waiters put dinner on their plates.
Viona notices that her husband seems to be keeping a secret all along, the quiet and aloof Bernard.
Everyone knew that Bernard was unemployed and had no friends.
If you look at the current situation, all the rumors are not true.
Viona felt that Bernard had been pretending to be a weak man and could not be expected.
Bernard seemed to know Viona's thoughts, he looked at his wife with a smile.
"Why? you want to ask what? just say!" he said as he lifted a long-legged glass filled with Champagne, then took a sip.
"A..I don't think my husband has been the rumored one all this time, whose house is this?" ask Viona carefully.
"This is our future home, the home I've designed for the last few years!" answer Bernard.
"It must be very expensive, it must cost a lot!" viona Sahut.
"Yes, about twenty-five trillions!" bernard replied casually.
Viona suddenly choked on hearing the cost Bernard incurred to build the castle's Mansion.
"Be careful eating it, don't rush it!" Bernard's pouring water on Viona.
Viona received the glass Bernard gave her, and drank the water to the end.
"Do you like it?" ask Bernard.
"Thank God, I'm happy to hear it!" said Bernard. He raised his Champagne glass again, twisted the contents then raised it high towards Viona.
Viona grabbed her champagne glass, then lifted it to greet Bernard's glass.
The sound of the clanking of glasses rang out, then they both took a sip of his Champagne.
Viona was not used to alcoholic beverages, she just took a sip of the Champagne.
His forehead wrinkled to feel the taste of the Champagne, bitter in his tongue.
Bernard smiled looking at Viona's face. He felt his wife was very cute, and an innocent woman.
"Master..Mr. Robert says there's something important he wants to talk about, he's waiting for you in your reading room!" a middle-aged Servant came closer to Bernard, seemingly the butler in the Mansion.
"Well, tell me in ten minutes I'll be here!" answer Bernard.
"Okay Sir!" The middle-aged man bowed respectfully, then left the dining room.
"Finished meal please look around the Mansion first, I have a business for a while, later I will accompany you!" said Bernard.
"Good!" viona's Nod.
They continued their dinner, Viona was very fond of the dinner. The menu fits perfectly on his tongue.
Unlike Bernard, he seemed to eat very little. It seems like she is not tasteful, or still full, Viona thought.
But come to think of it they ate the last time at breakfast, at eight this morning.
And their lunch is not lunch, it is because of their activities that they accidentally do.
I'll cook later if she's hungry, thought Viona glancing at Bernard who left her a lot of dinner.
Seriate....