That sounded like a great idea.
“It’s settled then, Boyce will treat us to a feast today,” said Armand as he rubbed his hands together,
wanting to eat to his heart’s content at Boyce’s expense.
“I’m feeling some hotpot today, how about you?” Dolores felt that hotpot was the closest thing to Spicy
Hot Pot. Since the latter was prohibited by Matthew, she hoped that hotpot would be somewhat
acceptable for him.
Matthew walked over and glared at her.
Dolores dodged his glare by drinking the cup of water on the table.
Armand replied, “We can do that, yes. But wouldn’t the heavy smell of the hotpot make the whole room
reek of spice?”
“We can always open the windows to ventilate the air. Plus we’ll be eating at the outhouse anyway, not
here.”
Armand agreed, “Very well, then, we’ll eat there. I’ll order, and Boyce’s gonna pay for all of it.”
Boyce said, “Even if you chose to eat dragon’s meat today, I’ll still pay for it, no matter how ludicrously
expensive it is.”
Armand shot him a glare, “Oh I’ll show you how expensive it will be, just you wait.”
Armand was absolutely determined to bleed his wallet so dry, it could rival the Saharan Desert in
dryness.
Jasmine approached him, curious as to what he was ordering. Witnessing this, Armand stepped back
and said, “Go away, go glue yourself to your beloved Boyce.”
“Careful now, girls don’t like petty guys,” joked Jasmine.
Armand was speechless.
“I don’t need anyone else to like me…”
“This applies to Theresa, too,” added Jasmine.
Armand was speechless once again.
He stared into Jasmine’s eyes for some time before blurting out, “You and your beloved Boyce really
are made for each other.”
They were also made to piss Armand off.
Jasmine smiled, twisting the knife even deeper, “What a coincidence, I think the same way, too!”
Armand had his words took away from him again.
Sustaining severe damage from Jasmine’s verbal assault, he replied, “Jasmine, you really shouldn’t
learn from Boyce, you’ll be a bad girl if you do.”
“I don’t think he’s a bad example for me.”
And unsurprisingly, Armand was speechless.
He had lost all intentions to speak as he lowered his head and focused on another damage-dealing
option, ordering food.
“Anything you want to eat, Dolores?” Armand looked at Dolores and asked.
She immediately answered, “Yes, I want some fish balls, tofu sheets, and seaweed.”
Now, Armand was rendered speechless by another person other than his eternal tormentor, Jasmine.
He blinked in disbelief and asked, “That’s all? 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 that you’ll order those regardless, no?”
Armand pursed his lips, since Dolores’ statement was not false.
“I want some duck blood.” Jasmine looked over Armand and saw what he was ordering.
Armand sat on the sofa and asked, “Anything else?”
Jasmine shook her head.
He stared at her and added, “Saving your husband’s money, I see.”
Jasmine was sitting beside Boyce, then she leaned on his shoulder and said, “Of course, whatever
belongs to him belongs to me as well.”
Seeing them flash their intimacy right in his face prompted Armand to order another bottle of Lafite of
1982.
Consider this a punishment for continuously flashing his eyes with intimacy.
If Jasmine knew what he did, she would had distanced herself from Armand.
In the room, Matthew stood next to the bed and asked, “Are you happy now?”
Dolores wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up, shook her head and said, “No, I still haven’t
eaten Spicy Hot Pot.”
Matthew smiled, pinched her cheeks and said, “Since when did you become this headstrong?”
“I’ve always been this headstrong, did you not realize this before?” said Dolores with a smile.
“It’s for your own good…”
“I know.” Dolores interrupted him. She knew full well that he meant well for her.
She just had an urge to eat some.
Moreover, she was not eating Spicy Hot Pot right then and there.
A while later, there was ruckus outside the room, it could be that the food delivery had arrived.
Dolores wrapped her arms around Matthew’s, “I want to go out.”
He responded by pulling away her blanket and saying, “I’ll carry you.”
Flustered, she shook her head and replied, “Eh, you don’t have to.”
“Then, I’ll bring the food into the room for you.”
“Fine, I’ll let you carry me.” What was the point of hotpot if everyone was not eating together while
chatting? She had not left this room ever since she entered it, so she might as well use this opportunity
to get out of this metaphorical jail room.
When she got out from the room, everything was laid out in front of her on a coffee table. For
everything else that could not fit on the coffee table, they moved another small table next to it to hold
more food.
The originally tranquil and quiet room suddenly became lively.
Jasmine grabbed the cushions from the sofas for Matthew to set Dolores down on.
Armand opened the wine. When he ordered the food, he specifically instructed the restaurant to
provide them with wine glasses. He first poured a glass of wine for Boyce, followed by Jasmine.
Matthew could immediately see through Armand’s actions. Since they were finally gathering together,
he reminded Armand, “Don’t go too overboard.”
Armand smiled, “Heh, don’t worry, I won’t. I’m not planning to sleep with anyone tonight. Let’s see
Boyce and Jasmine have a toast with each other, that wouldn’t be overboard, yes?”
Looking at him, Dolores smiled, picked up a durian ball with her chopsticks and ate it. The insides were
authentic durian meat; the outsides were baked or fried to a perfect golden crust. Crunchy on the
outside, soft on the inside, and the durian flavour exploded in Dolores’ mouth.
She loved it, so she picked up another and put it into Matthew’s plate.
Then she looked at Armand acting like a monkey.
Seeing the new arrival on his plate, Matthew picked it up and ate it.
“Come. Drink!”
Armand said as he slammed the wine bottle down onto the table.
This time, it was Boyce that was speechless.
Jasmine was also rather embarrassed, as she clenched Boyce’s shirt.
“Come one now, you’re both engaged, stop acting like a pure little innocent girl. Drink up, Boyce. Or
else, I’ll sleep in your house starting today.” Armand smiled, then added, “Or, would you want me to
drink with Jasmine in your stead?”
“Alright, fine, I’ll drink. It’s just wine.” Jasmine knew full well that Armand was joking, but she decided to
entertain him. She picked up the glass, poked Boyce’s arm with her other hand and said, “He just
wants to troll you. Let’s give him what he wants, both of us toasting each other, so we can shut him
up.”
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