Chapter 386


    Chapter 386 French Date


    288 Vouchers


    Shaun led Jennifer to the top floor of the hotel.


    This is a French restaurant, sitting here, you can have a panoramic view of all the night scenes below.


    He seems to have covered up the entire restaurant, and there is a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow


    ties, serving only them.


    The energetic French manager in a suit and leather shoes sat down on the terrace in front of them, then


    bent down and handed over an extremely luxurious menu.


    Shaun took it and ced it in front of Jennifer: “Jenny, what do you want to eat?”


    Jennifer opened the menu and was slightly suffocated when she saw that it was all in French.


    She couldn’t understand, a trace of embarrassment appeared subconsciously on her fair face, and her


    flustered hands, also embarrassed, touched the short hair next to her ears.


    Shaun, who was sitting opposite, quickly stretched out his slender fingers to take the menu from her


    hand.


    He didn’t know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to order it herself, but he didn’t think too much


    about it.


    Shaun med himself a little, nced at Jennifer, but didn’t say anything.


    He turned his head to the side and asked the bending French manager in English. After ordering the


    appetizer and the main course, he looked at Jennifer again.


    “Jenny, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?”


    It’s not so embarrassing for him to give a choice and divert Jennifer’s attention a little.


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    She whispered back: “Egg tart…”


    She likes to eat soft and sweet things, and egg tarts happen to be her favorite.


    Shaun nodded lightly, closed the menu, and signaled the French manager to leave.


    On the unique French-style western dining table, several flickering candles reflected each other’s faces.


    Such dim light made Shaun, who was only wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, look


    extremely noble and mysterious.


    Holding the goblet with one hand, he leaned on the leather sofa, raised a pair of eyes as deep as stars,


    and stared at the woman across from him.


    Jennifer kept her head down, staring at her fingers, without saying a word, maybe the environment here


    made her too depressed and nervous.


    Shaun stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the


    manager came over immediately.


    “Sir, please give me instructions.”


    This time he whispered something in French to the manager, but Jennifer didn’t understand, but after a


    while, a famous cellist came to the restaurant.


    The cellist didn’t dare toe over, just nodded to them, then sat in the dining room and started to y.


    The low and rxing pure music,ing from the ear, made Jennifer’s tense nerves slowly rxed…


    Seeing that she wasn’t that nervous, Shaun raised his knuckle fingers and grabbed her hand on the


    table.


    He didn’t say anything, he just held her tightly, as if grasping a treasure, which made him reluctant to let


    go.


    He didn’t let go until the waiters came up with French meals one by one…


    When Jennifer bowed her head and ate quietly, Shaun remembered everything she had eaten.


    He used to have cold wars because of his anger with her, and he hardly paid attention to what she liked,


    which was a pity.


    From now on, he will write down all her preferences, hoping that this can make up for the mistakes he


    made.


    His stomach is not very good, he didn’t eat much, he just stared at the peaceful and beautiful her under


    the candlelight…


    Feeling a scorching gaze staring at herself, Jennifer felt a little ufortable and looked at Shaun.


    Seeing that the food in front of him hadn’t been touched, he couldn’t help but frown: “Is it an upset


    stomach?”


    Shaun didn’t expect that she still remembered that he had stomach problems, and a smile shed across


    his eyes: “I’m fine.”


    After pinching the knife and fork in her hand, Jennifer worked up her courage, cut a small piece of


    French foie gras for him, and handed it to his lips.


    Seeing the woman in front of him offering to feed him, Shaun’s cold and deep eyes gradually turned red.


    He opened his thin lips slightly, and ate the piece of foie gras. It was obviously not sweet, but he felt that


    even between his lips and teeth were