“If you’re here to argue, then please leave. You’re not welcome here.”
Hearing Franklin’s cold voice, the President felt a sharp pain in his chest from anger.
It was only then that he noticed the couple was having dinner. The three simple dishes on the table emitted an enticing aroma.
At that moment, his stomach let out a loud growl.
He blushed with embarrassment.
Sylvia couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mr. President, why not sit down and have a taste?”
“Hmph! I’m afraid it might be poisoned!” the President scoffed and left, his assistant quickly following.
Before leaving, the assistant glanced again at the dishes on the table. He couldn’t help but think that Sylvia’s cooking skills seemed quite good.
The three dishes looked and smelled delicious, as did the scallion pancakes.
They reminded him of home, and he swallowed hard.
He remembered how his grandmother used to make scallion pancakes for him when he was a child. Unfortunately, she had passed away long ago.
Since then, he hadn’t tasted anything like it.
As they walked out, the assistant whispered, “You haven’t had dinner yet. Why not join the young master? If you lower yourself to eat dinner with him, it might be better than arguing with him all the time. It could also show him that you’re not as authoritarian as he thinks, especially since you scolded him earlier today…”
The President’s stomach was already growling with hunger, and he was embarrassed by the noise it made in front of Franklin, especially with Sylvia present.
He kept a stern face. “I’m not going back.”
He didn’t want to return after losing face in front of Sylvia.
“But… they all know you’re hungry,” the assistant observed the President’s expression. “Home-cooked food isn’t bad either. After all, you’ve had enough gourmet food; a change of taste… and it’s nutritious…”
The President recalled the three dishes on the table, which indeed looked and smelled delicious.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned back. “Hmph! This is also the Presidential Palace, my territory. What’s wrong with having dinner in my own home?”
“Yes, yes,” the assistant quickly nodded. “If we don’t go back soon, the food will get cold.”
So they turned back. The President wore a proud expression. “Since Miss Andrews is at the Presidential Palace, I’ll join you for dinner.”
The assistant quickly ran to the kitchen to fetch bowls and chopsticks, serving porridge for the President first before serving himself.
In private settings like this, unless it was a grand banquet, he usually ate with Jasper and other leaders.
For instance, now he sat next to the President. “These scallion pancakes smell really good.”
He took a bite and was stunned.
He looked at the plate of scallion pancakes in disbelief. Delicious! Fragrant! It tasted just like his grandmother’s pancakes from childhood.
The President had long wanted to try the stir-fried garlic shoots with meat. The evenly cut meat strips mixed with the green garlic shoots looked especially tempting.
Delicious!
“How did your cook improve so much?” the President couldn’t help but ask.
Sylvia found their shamelessness amusing. She thought they had really left!
Franklin and she were about to clear the table when they returned.
Franklin’s handsome face was tense, clearly annoyed by the interruption of their private moment.
“It’s not made by the cook,” Franklin said coldly.
The President was puzzled. “Then who made it?”
“Sylvia made it herself,” Franklin replied, taking a bite of meat as if afraid the President would take it all.
The President angrily grabbed a garlic shoot. Eating someone’s food made one feel indebted, but that didn’t mean he would accept Sylvia as his daughter-in-law just because he ate her cooking.
The assistant was shocked as he bit into the scallion pancake. This was made by Sylvia? How could it be? It tasted just like his childhood…
His heart was filled with mixed emotions. Why did she have to be Franklin’s wife?
He glanced at Sylvia’s stunning face and quickly looked away.
She was incredibly beautiful, almost too dazzling to look at directly.
Especially up close, she was even more captivating.
The assistant’s heart began to race uncontrollably.
The dinner atmosphere was very strange.
It passed with constant glares and food-snatching between the President and Franklin.
After dinner, Franklin skillfully cleaned up and prepared to wash the dishes, just like he used to do at home in Larro.
The President was furious. “Is washing dishes something you should be doing? That’s a woman’s job! Put it down and let her do it.”
Franklin sneered at him. “Gender equality. It’s because of your sexist views that my mother died tragically.”
His words were piercing, making the President’s face turn pale as he watched his son do something so beneath him: washing dishes!
The assistant quickly followed him. “Young master, let me do this kind of work. You should go out.”
Franklin tied an apron around his waist. “No need.”
His hands were long and strong, and his dishwashing movements were skilled. The assistant stared at him in shock for a while before finally saying, “Oh.”
Sylvia brewed a pot of Dragon Well tea for the President. “Have some tea to soothe your throat. Being so angry all the time isn’t good for your health.”
She looked at his face and combined it with his usual behavior to know he had a lot of anger and liver fire.
She sat on the sofa and leisurely poured two more cups of tea, handing one to the assistant. “Try it.”
The assistant quickly took it, his heart racing uncontrollably again.
Her fingers were slender and fair, very beautiful!
Holding the bone china teacup made her hands look even more beautiful!
The faint aroma of tea filled his senses as he prepared to take a sip but felt the President’s cold gaze on him. He held the cup awkwardly.
Feeling uneasy, he inexplicably drank the tea despite the President’s glare.
By the time he realized it, he had already finished it…
When Franklin came out after washing the dishes, he smelled the tea aroma in the room. He walked over and picked up the President’s cup to drink from it.
The President was displeased. “That’s mine. Pour your own if you want some.”
Franklin glanced at him. “Does it have your name on it?”
Sylvia poured another cup for the President, who scoffed but didn’t drink it.
Franklin picked it up and drank it again.
“You!” The President glared at him. Why did he keep taking his tea?
Franklin remained silent. His wife’s tea was top-notch; not everyone could drink it. If this old man didn’t appreciate it, why shouldn’t he drink it?
“Aren’t you leaving?” The President glared at Sylvia. “If you don’t leave soon, the gates will close!”
Franklin held Sylvia’s soft hand tightly. “My wife stays where I stay. Tonight, she’s not leaving.”
With that, he picked Sylvia up and headed upstairs.
Sylvia blushed. “Put me down; I should go back!”
Franklin held her tightly. “You can’t leave. At least… not tonight.”
Sylvia’s face flushed as she looked at Franklin with affectionate eyes.
She understood what he meant.
This man was challenging the President; such a dominant man wouldn’t tolerate being ordered around by him. So no matter what, he wanted her to stay.
The President angrily knocked over a teacup on the coffee table, shattering it with a loud crash.
The assistant glanced at Franklin’s tall figure, feeling a strange pang of jealousy.
He didn’t know why…
Franklin carried Sylvia directly to the bedroom bed. Sylvia struggled to get off; she hadn’t intended to stay overnight.
“Honey, don’t make a fuss.”
Franklin leaned over her, his tall body pressing against her delicate frame, his hot breath brushing her ear with a hint of intimacy.
“My arms are sore from holding you; my shoulders hurt too… can you massage me?”
His deep eyes gazed at her face as his voice softened like a charming cello tune. “Please?”
Sylvia’s heart raced uncontrollably as she hoarsely replied, “Okay.”
Franklin smiled again; his smile was captivating, his lips curving into an alluring arc that softened his usual sternness and coldness.
Sylvia sat behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders to massage him. “How’s this pressure? Is it okay?”
“Yes, comfortable.”
As soon as he spoke, Sylvia found herself pulled into his embrace. He lifted her delicate chin and kissed her lips passionately. “Kissing you feels even better.”
He missed Sylvia so much that it hurt his chest and made him feel miserable inside.
Her soft hands ignited fires all over his body.
He took a deep breath and kissed Sylvia’s red lips fiercely.
In the quiet night, with gentle breezes outside, passion filled the air inside.
When everything finally calmed down, Franklin held Sylvia tightly in his arms while she was too exhausted to open her eyes.
Franklin chuckled softly, his chest vibrating gently as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “I’ll carry you to take a bath.”
“Okay,” Sylvia murmured like a kitten.
She snuggled closer in his arms as Franklin kissed her lips again before carrying her to the bathroom for a warm shower. Sylvia closed her eyes comfortably as she clung to his neck tighter.