Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 906: Controlled_3

Chapter 906: Controlled_3

"Really? That’s nice, but that lady is too arrogant and domineering. Do you like that sort of thing?" Avery Graham pursed her lips and smiled, not realizing how fake her smile looked and how unattractive it made her appear.

She truly believed that the woman was not good enough for Bernard Taylor. If Bernard really ended up with her, it would be like casting pearls before swine—of course, the ’swine’ referred to Mona Cervantes.

"I don’t like her," Bernard said straightforwardly. He wanted to say he liked someone like her, but that sort of remark had become impossible to make months ago.

"That’s what I thought too. She’s not a good match for you," Avery said directly, feeling suddenly cheerful.

Her explanation to herself was simple—she genuinely disliked that woman, and if Bernard really started dating her, Avery felt she would no longer want to continue being friends with him.

"..." Bernard just looked at her seriously while Avery, carefree, began picking food out of the pot to eat. After sampling a bite, she exclaimed, "Mmm, delicious! Bernard, you really know how to season things. Try some yourself."

Bernard also started putting food into his bowl, eating unhurriedly.

"By the way, was that lady’s coat really worth twelve thousand?" Avery suddenly remembered that Bernard had taken the woman shopping at lunchtime. It was just some cola stains—certainly, they could be washed out.

But Bernard abruptly pulled out his wallet and placed the receipt in front of Avery with utmost seriousness, "Lady Avery, here’s the bill. Shouldn’t you reimburse me?"

"Twenty-three thousand?" Avery stared at the receipt, dumbfounded. Wasn’t it a twelve thousand coat? How did it turn into a twenty-three thousand one? And Bernard was saying he didn’t like the woman—whom was he trying to fool?

But that wasn’t even the main point. The main point was, did Bernard’s words mean she should reimburse him for the bill?

"Why should I? Mr. Taylor, are you mistaken? You want to replace a twelve thousand coat with a twenty-three thousand one? Have you got water on the brain, or is it all manure in there?" Avery protested, raising her voice unwittingly and causing the other diners to turn and look at her repeatedly.

Right, talking about manure during dinner was affecting everyone’s appetite.

Bernard’s lips twitched into a smile, and Avery, feeling embarrassed, wished she could crawl into a hole. Seeing the smile on Bernard’s face made her even more irate, and she glared and threatened, "What are you smiling at?"

"You’re quite adorable," Bernard said, putting the receipt away. He had only shown it to her for a glance, never really intending for her to pay.

"Pff—" To think that others were finding her behavior annoying, but to Bernard, she was cute. What on earth was that man thinking?

Avery was at a loss for words when her phone placed on the table rang. It was Michael Auclair calling to ask if she had eaten dinner.

"Mm, I’m having hot pot... with a former colleague... Yes, got it, you’re busy... Okay, I’ll come back early... Yeah, bye."

Bernard remained silent, solemnly putting two pieces of Spicy Pig Brain into the pot—one in the clear soup, one in the Tomato Soup. Avery noticed and complained, "The Spicy Pig Brain should be cooked in the Tomato Soup to taste good."

Bernard glanced at her and fished out the Spicy Pig Brain from the clear soup, dropping it into the Tomato Soup before Avery broke into a smile.

To make amends, Avery threw some clams into his clear soup and added an entire plate of shrimp too, "These seafood items are better off in the clear soup. The broth will remain drinkable and will taste very fresh. The flavor of the Spicy Pig Brain is too overpowering."

"Hmm," Bernard nodded, taking the lesson.

"Hey, Bernard, Avery, it is you guys!" They were enjoying their meal when Nelson Castillo walked over with a beer in hand. He had recognized them earlier but hesitated to approach.

He knew Bernard was back in the country and had called to invite him out for a meal, but Bernard had continuously excused himself citing busyness. Yet, he found the time to dine with Avery and not with his colleagues. Considering Avery was also a colleague, the disparity in treatment seemed rather stark.

"Dr. Castillo," Avery greeted with respect. Recently, her aunt had suffered from acute appendicitis, and she had sought Nelson Castillo’s help promptly, promising to invite him to dinner sometime. However, their schedules never seemed to align.