Sweet Twins

Chapter 34 Eat More

Jay drank the red wine slowly. Most of the time, he watched her eating.

Those coquettish women appeared in his mind, whispering sweetly in his arms.

They were cautious, and flattering.

He compared those women to all kinds of flowers, and the woman in front of him was like a weed.

Thinking of this, Jay laughed in silence.

However, Doris was a little embarrassed. She thought he was laughing at her manner of eating.

So, she came out with a quick solution. She imitated the women on TV and slowly ate.

However, her way of eating made him uncomfortable. He pushed the chicken in front of Doris and said, "It's made of black chicken. You can have some more to beautify your skin."

"All right." Soon, her elegance vanished instantly, and she continued to eat.

She still kicked the table leg in a rhythm. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

She really didn't have such a habit before. But, today was different. Today, she was a little flustered to face a handsome man. She didn't know what was wrong with her feet.

But, it was beyond her expectation that such an unnoticeable trivial movement would cause her any trouble.

The waiter screamed at once after they paid the bill.

"Oh my God! Something happened to the table leg. Manager! Please come here quickly!" The waiter sounded loud like a thunder.

The manager quickly ran in and said, "Why are you so careless? Why do you keep shouting?"

The waiter's face was pale. He pointed his trembling finger to the table leg. "Manager, look, why is one of the table legs damaged?"

The manager was also panicked when he heard that. He lowered his head and checked it.

"What's going on? Tell me, what's going on?" asked the manager.

Doris was completely confused. It was just a meal. But what happened to the leg?

"I don't know." Doris couldn't believe her ears.

Seeing her shoes, the manager was so angry that he was about to cry. "You said you didn't know? Do you know what kind of wood this table is made of? It's gold-rimmed nanmu... This table is our boss' favorite and he spent a lot of money for it. If it weren't for Mr. Fang's order, we wouldn't have allowed you in."

Tears streamed down the manager's face.

"What? How could you put such an expensive table out here? I'm sorry. I really didn't know. But I really don't have any money. How about I compensate you with my shoes?" Doris inadvertently liked to show off her shameless personality.

However, Jay was aware about the value of the gold-rimmed nanmu.

He stood up and said calmly, "Don't worry. Go and find your boss for me."

"Mr. Fang, but my boss is having a meeting abroad now. His phone is powered off. What should we do then?" the manager said while he was about to cry.

"Well, how much does it cost?" asked Doris. As Doris looked at his cold face, she realized the gravity of the situation, pondering why she wore this pair of shoes today.

That was right. She wore this pair of shoes just to help herself in case of any trouble from a pervert.

Now she didn't meet a pervert, but landed in a bigger trouble.

"I can't estimate the value of this table. It's priceless! As you know, if this table has a flaw, it can't be compensated no matter how much," the manager said, desperate and worried.

"Then what should we do?" Doris had no clue.

Jay thought for a while and decided to leave his phone number to the manager. "Here you are. Tell your boss to call me when he has time."

"Mr. Fang, please, you can't go. If you leave, we will be in trouble. You can't go. Please." As soon as the manager saw that Jay was about to leave, he got anxious and grabbed his arm. They were afraid that if Jay left, they would not be able to face their boss. They were too timid to risk the wrath of their boss.

But Jay had something else to do and could no longer waste his time there.

"Didn't I tell you once? Ask your boss to call me later." Jay was visibly impatient. "It's just a table. What do you expect me to do?"

"Mr. Fang, yes, it's just one table. But remember that this table isn't an ordinary one. Now that things have come to this, you can't leave. You must wait until my boss comes back! Our boss will be back in three days' time!"

That was the red flag for Jay. He lost his temper and threw a look at them.

He kicked the table in anger. "It's just a damn table. I don't care. Let's go now!"

He held her hand and was about to leave. He didn't believe that anyone dared to hurt him.

Doris couldn't do anything about it. How was she supposed to pay for that?

If she had anticipated anything even close, she wouldn't have come here for dinner!

Curiosity killed the cat. Vanity killed the woman!

In a hurry, the manager knelt down to him and said, "Mr. Fang...

Please... You can't just leave like this." Doris couldn't help but ask, "I can stay here. It's none of his business. I take responsibility for what happened. You can blame me or punish me. Well, if things get worse, I'll wash the dishes in your hotel for my whole life."

"What? Huh, you can't afford it even if you wash ten billion dishes." The manager held Jay's leg.

Jay closed his eyes tightly. "I know there are two such tables in this world. I'll buy the other one after I get home. You can deliver this old one to my grandfather. I can leave a note to you. Is it okay?"

"That sounds all right." The manager finally stood up. He asked someone to bring a paper and pen, and let Jay write and sign the paper.

When everything went well, the manager allowed them to leave.

Doris didn't know what to do. She was overwhelmed with fear, and followed Jay with hands behind her back like a child who made a mistake.

"Do you realize what you have done?"

"I... I can't even believe what happened over there. It was never my intention to do anything like that. I didn't know it would cost so much money," Doris said carefully.

"Well, do you have the money?"

"No, I don't!" Doris replied immediately.

"I have!" Actually, Jay didn't care about this table. Considering the hotel owner's taste for such items, Jay guessed that he would value his collections more than money. So if he wanted to find the same table as this old one, it was actually a little troublesome.

"Then I'll pay you back when I have money," Doris swore.

"Pay me back? What are you going to pay back?" With a mocking smile, he pinned her against the wall with funny eyes.

"I... What do you think?" It was rare for her to be obedient and submissive. But she was left with no other choice now.

"Good. Let me make it clear for you. You must be on call at all times, can you do it?" Jay asked, touching her nose with his fingertips.

"Of course!" Did she have any other choice? "Yes, I can be on call. I can cook for you and wash your clothes. I'll do anything for you... Except sexual things."