Chapter 751: Chapter 751



That sounded like a great idea.

“It’s settled then, Boyce will treat us to a feast today,” Armand said as he rubbed his hands together, eager to eat to Boyce’s heart’s content at Boyce’s expense.

“I’m in the mood for some stew today, how about you?”. It seemed to Dolores that hotpot was the next best thing to spicy hot pot. Since Matthew had forbidden the latter, she hoped the hotpot was something acceptable to him.

Matthew walked over and stared at her.

Dolores dodged his gaze by drinking the glass of water on the table.

Armand replied, “We can do that, yes. But wouldn’t the strong smell of the hot pot make the whole room reek of spices?”

“We can always open the windows to ventilate the air. Besides, we’ll eat in the latrine anyway, not here.”

Armand agreed, “Very well, then, we’ll eat there. I’ll order and Boyce will pay for everything.”

Boyce said, “Even if you choose to eat dragon meat today, I’ll pay for it anyway, no matter how ridiculously expensive it is.”

Armand gave him a withering look, “Oh, I’ll show you how expensive it will be, you just wait.”

Armand was absolutely determined to bleed his wallet dry in a way that would rival the Sahara desert for dryness.

Jasmine approached him, curious as to what he was asking. Seeing this, Armand took a step back and said, “Go, go stick it to your beloved Boyce.”

“Careful, girls don’t like mean guys,” Jasmine teased.

Armand was speechless.

“I don’t need anyone else to like me…”

“That goes for Theresa too,” Jasmine added.

Armand was speechless again.

He stared into Jasmine’s eyes for some time before expressing, “You and your beloved Boyce are really made for each other.” They were also made to anger Armand.

Jasmine smiled, twisting the knife even more, “What a coincidence, I think so too!”.

Armand’s words were taken away again.

Being severely hurt by Jasmine’s verbal attack, he retorted, “Jasmine, you shouldn’t learn from Boyce, you’ll be a bad girl if you do.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad example for me.”

And as expected, Armand was speechless.

He had lost all intention of speaking as he lowered his head and concentrated on another option for mischief, ordering food.

“Do you want something to eat, Dolores?” Armand looked at Dolores and asked.

She immediately replied, “Yes, I want some fish balls, tofu slices and seaweed.”

Now, Armand was speechless before someone other than his eternal tormentor, Jasmine.

He blinked in disbelief and asked, “That’s it? Anything that’s remotely expensive? Don’t you want something that will burn a hole in Boyce’s wallet?”

Dolores replied, “Even if I don’t, I’m sure you’ll order them regardless, won’t you?”

Armand pursed his lips, for Dolores’ statement was not untrue.

“I want duck’s blood.” Jasmine glanced at Armand and saw what he was asking for.

Armand sat down on the couch and asked, “Anything else?” Jasmine shook her head.

He stared at her and added, “I see you are saving your husband’s money.”

Jasmine was sitting next to Boyce, then leaned on his shoulder and said, “Of course, what belongs to him also belongs to me.”

Seeing them display their intimacy on her face prompted Armand to order another bottle of 1982 Lafite.

He considers it a punishment for continually flashing their intimacy in his eyes.

If Jasmine knew what she did, she would have distanced herself from Armand.

In the bedroom, Matthew stood by the bed and asked, “Are you happy now?”

Dolores wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up, shook her head and said, “No, I haven’t eaten spicy hot pot yet.”

Matthew smiled, pinched her cheeks, and said, “Since when did you become so stubborn?”

“I’ve always been this stubborn, haven’t you noticed that before?” said Dolores with a smile.

“It’s for your own good…”

“I know.” Dolores interrupted him. She knew very well that he meant well for her.

She just felt like having a bite to eat.

Besides, she wasn’t eating spicy hot pot at the moment.

A while later, a commotion was heard outside the room, it could be that the food delivery had arrived.

Dolores wrapped her arms around Matthew, “I want to go outside.”

He responded by pushing her blanket away and saying, “I’ll take you.” Nervously, she shook her head and replied, “Hey, no need.”

“Then, I’ll take your food up to the room.”

“Fine, I’ll let you carry me.” What was the point of the hot pot if everyone wasn’t eating together while chatting? He hadn’t left this room since he entered it, so he might as well take this opportunity to get out of this metaphorical jail room.

When she left the room, everything was laid out in front of her on a coffee table. For everything else that didn’t fit on the coffee table, they moved another small table to the side to hold more food.

The room, originally calm and quiet, suddenly became lively.

Jasmine grabbed the couch cushions for Matthew to sit Dolores down.

Armand opened the wine. When he ordered the food, he gave specific instructions to the restaurant to provide them with wine glasses. He poured a glass of wine for Boyce first, followed by Jasmine.

Matthew immediately noticed Armand’s actions. As they were finally reunited, he reminded Armand, “Don’t overdo it.”

Armand smiled, “Don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t plan on getting laid tonight. Let’s see if Boyce and Jasmine toast each other, that wouldn’t be overdoing it, would it?”.

Looking at him, Dolores smiled, picked up a durian ball with her chopsticks and ate it. The inside was real durian meat; the outside was baked or fried to a perfect golden crust. Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and the durian flavor exploded in Dolores’ mouth.

She loved it, so she picked up another and put it on Matthew’s plate.

Then, she gave a glimpse of Armand acting like a monkey.

Seeing the new arrival on his plate, Matthew picked it up and ate it.

“Come, drink!” said Armand as he set the bottle of wine on the table.

This time, it was Boyce who was speechless.

Jasmine was also quite embarrassed, as she squeezed Boyce’s shirt.

“Come on, you’re both engaged, stop acting like an innocent child. Drink up, Boyce. Or else I’ll sleep at your place from today on.” Armand smiled and added, “Or do you want me to drink with Jasmine instead?”

“Okay, fine, I’ll drink. It’s just wine.” Jasmine knew very well that Armand was joking, but she decided to entertain him. She took the glass, poked Boyce’s arm with her other hand and said, “He just wants to tease you. Let’s give him what he wants, toast both of us, so he’ll shut up.”

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