For dinner, Peter cooked for Adriana himself, making a Western dinner that was simple, yet ritualistic.
For the candlelit dinner for two, Peter kept creating various surprises for Adriana.
“Mrs. Alston, here’s the tiramisu for you, let’s see if you like it.”
The man came out of the kitchen and then carried a plate with a piece of tiramisu on it, set with half of the sage fruit carved into the shape of a drawing and a few green leaves, very classy.
He was wearing an apron, and his face was stained with the white of a little flour, but despite this, he could not hide his handsome face.
“You did this?”
“Sure.”
“How come I didn’t know you could make tiramisu?”
“Learned for Mrs. Alston now, of course.”
Peter downplayed it.
Little did he know how many ingredients were wasted because he had to learn to make tiramisu, which he had sought out from Waverly’s top Michelin master since Adriana left this morning, before he succeeded.
Over there, Zac, sitting on the couch, is clutching a medical book in his hand, casually and loosely flipping through it.
“Burp … burp …”
He couldn’t help but burp, glancing sideways at the two who were showing affection over at the restaurant, always feeling like he was being tortured here.
Even if the mind is traumatized, the body has to suffer.
For example, today, Peter took him as a test case in order to make that one tiramisu, and he ate a whole 18 pieces of tiramisu alone throughout the day today.
So much so that he now wants to vomit when he smells the tiramisu coming from the kitchen.
Of course, these things are unknown to Adriana.
Adriana looked at the tiramisu, fruit salad, steak, and many small desserts placed on the table and was touched from her heart.
In the past, the man who galloped through the mall and now for her actually condescended to the kitchen to learn to do these things.
She looked at the tiramisu, holding a clear crystal spoon in her hand, and hesitated to make a move.
“Why don’t you eat, isn’t it good?”
Peter stood by, bowed in anticipation.
Adriana shook her head, her lips lightly pursed together, “honey, can you please stop being so nice to me?”
She used to be the most unpopular woman, but now she is suffering and life is good.
But letting her enjoy too much happiness all at once makes Adriana insecure.
She was worried that this happiness would come too suddenly and would suddenly disappear one day.
“Silly girl, you are my Peter’s wife, who am I going to be nice to if not you?”
He stood beside Adriana, gently took her into his arms, rubbed her hair, and said, “You are the most important thing in my life in the future. Money or power, those things are dispensable.”
The first half of his life, Peter has been fighting for power, and now he no longer wants to live that kind of conspiracy and calculation of the day, every day hook, line and sinker, really let him feel tired, tired.
“Really?”
Adriana was very relieved.
Peter sat beside Adriana, picked up a fork and fed her a piece of tiramisu.
Adriana, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, suddenly smelled a strong fragrance and opened her eyes to see that a piece of tiramisu was right in front of her eyes.
She looked up at the man holding her, smiled sweetly, and opened her mouth to eat.
Gently chew, the soft texture with a rich fragrance, sweet but not greasy, really delicious.
Adriana gave a thumbs up, “It’s very well done, right up there with the chef.”
“Like it?”
“Well, like.”
“Then eat more.”
“How about eating so much fat?”
“Mrs. Alston has such a good bottom, and she looks good when she’s fat.”
“Poof …”
The two here show their love, Zac has been doing his best to reduce the sense of presence, the result is a moment of thirst to pour water, and heard Peter’s words.
To know that in the past, his big brother thunderous and ruthless person, now for Adriana disguised as a warm man, saying some meaty words, really let him can not help but spray mouth.
“Cough cough …”
A mouthful of water choked Zac, he coughed hard, and suddenly felt a sharp stab over, subconsciously looked over, only to see Peter’s sharp eyes dead on him.
Zac mouth a wild mouth, “You guys go on, go on, I’ll go upstairs … no, I’ll go fishing in the yard, fishing.”
With Peter’s stern gaze on his sweaty body, Zac put down his glass and slinked out of the hall, heading straight for the pond on the east side of the villa.
There were fish there, all of which were inedible ornamental koi.
Zac raised his hand to his forehead, too damn sinful, if not to take care of Peter and Adriana’s health, how he would be disguised as a full-time family doctor?
Every day dog food eaten to death.
The desire to cry.
In the living room, Adriana takes a spoon and finishes a piece of tiramisu.
The taste is really good, and the desserts sold in dessert stores have been better than those.
She truly feels that having a man willing to give so much for her is really a blessing from a previous life.
In the evening, two people strolling hand in hand on the road, the roadside insects chirping, the breeze, the distant neon bright, but no one around, the quiet environment makes everything so quiet and peaceful.
“Honey, how do you feel? Do you like your life now?”
She suddenly thought about what Raylan had told her today, about losing so much because Peter was now seriously ill.
And Raylan has his own intelligence channels, and since he said that, it proves that Peter is in a really bad situation.
This is one of the reasons why Adriana wanted Old Mr. Soto to recall those from Obren.
Before it was Peter who silently watched over her, now it’s her turn to silently watch over Peter.
“As long as it’s with you, I like it.”
The man took Adriana’s hand and rubbed his thumb gently over the back of her hand, feeling the delicate touch of her skin, and smiled tenderly at the little woman.
Adriana raised her eyes to look at the white moon and stars, suddenly unfolded her arms and closed her eyes, feeling the beauty, emotionally, “You know, I used to think that what I liked was a calm and simple life. Until now …”
The little woman spoke with a beat, opened her eyes, those good-looking shearwater eyes flowing with starbursts, and said to him, “I just realized that it’s not simply life I like, but the time I spend with you. Every second is happiness.”
She turned around and stood in front of Peter, holding his hands, and said with affection, “With you, there is happiness. So Peter, don’t ever leave me again, unless, I die.”
Yes, unless she dies, she really doesn’t want Peter to leave her.
God knows that after experiencing life and death, she realizes how attached she is to the man in front of her at the bottom of her heart.
To this day, Adriana feels her heart palpitating whenever she remembers the time when Peter was shot and fell unconscious.