Secret Wealthy Marriage

At first, he didn’t actually like her noise; he was used to his quiet life. But gradually, he became accustomed to her chatter, and later, when he forced her to leave, that was when he realized he had grown used to having her around every day.

So, habit is a terrifying thing. It’s been nearly half a year, and he hasn’t managed to break this habit.

He knew that her relationship with her boyfriend was stable, knew that they were probably going to discuss marriage when the New Year came around, but he couldn’t help wanting to be near her, even though what she said often made him uncomfortable.

The waiter came over and asked the two of them, Bernard Taylor said they just needed a private room for two.

"No, we don’t need a private room, let’s just sit in the Grand Hall, near the window," Avery Graham, with her sharp eyes, insisted. Eating hot pot was about the atmosphere in the Grand Hall, not in a private room unless it was for more than ten people.

Bernard naturally went along with her. The two of them walked over to the table, and then the waiter asked what kind of pot they wanted. Avery ordered a double-flavor hot pot, knowing that Bernard wasn’t too fond of spicy food and preferred something milder. Plus, some ingredients were indeed not suitable for the red palette.

The waiter spoke into the microphone on his chest and relayed to the kitchen, "Table 26, double-flavor hot pot."

Then, the waiter handed over the menu for them to order. Bernard didn’t hold back. He took the pen and ticked off many dishes that he knew Avery liked to eat. Back when they were colleagues and went out with the department for hot pot, he had learned what Avery enjoyed eating.