Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire novel Chapter 13

"You can't eat spicy food?" Alvera asked.

"Who said I can't?" Roland said coldly. "I just don't eat rubbish like that."

"Then you're missing out on a lot of delicacies. Sometimes, the best food is found in small restaurants like this, not in the high-end restaurants," said Alvera. "Come on, try it. If it's not good, that's on me."

He raised his eyebrows. "On you?"

"Yes, I'll eat whatever horrible food you treat me to in the future," she replied.

Speaking of horrible food, he did have a place...

He smiled and ate the food.

"How's it? Delicious, right?" She looked at him expectantly.

Roland wiped the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

Alvera smiled, "You didn't taste it? Try some more."

She handed him a fork.

Roland took the fork and took a bite of each dish.

They actually tasted good.

"See? I said it's delicious," Alvera said.

He put down the fork. "No, they're not."

Alvera pouted. "You're lying, then. My ex-boyfriend told me that this was the best Mexican food he has ever eaten."

He frowned, suddenly irritated. "What's so good about this food?" he thought.

He vaguely remembered that Antoine had hired a chef to make Mexican food a few years ago.

He had scolded him about this back then.

"Your boyfriend must be very poor, then, if he likes this kind of food too," he said.

"Now that I think about it... Yeah, he's not much of a keeper," Alvera said.

Roland smiled slightly when he heard her words. "Why did you break up with him?"

"Break up? There was no breakup, just... he disappeared when I went to prison."

"Scumbag."

"Indeed, I know a lot of scumbags. Almost every man I know is a scumbag," she replied, glancing at him indifferently.

...

"What are you implying?" Roland asked coldly.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Francois, don't flatter yourself."

She sat down and said, "I really have no money. I saved all the 20 million dollars. You're a millionaire, why don't you have any money?"

Roland didn't want to talk to her anymore, so he called his secretary.

Fifteen minutes later, his secretary arrived with some cash.

After paying the bill, he sent her back to the hospital.

At the entrance of the hospital, she got off the car and watched coldly as Roland and his secretary drove off into the distance, and then she went upstairs.

...

When she arrived at the hospital's VIP area, she met Andrina in the corridor, who was going to get an examination. 

"Miss," Andrina said to the nurse softly, "Wait a minute, I want to have a few words with my sister alone."

Alvera looked at Andrina, who was in a wheelchair.

After the nurse walked away, Andrina asked coldly, "What's your relationship with Roland?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Alvera replied with another question.

"Alvera, you'd better not do anything stupid," Andrina warned. "Roland is mine. He will marry me."

"That's funny," Alvera said. "The law only recognises the marriage certificate, not a verbal promise. Don't you know this?"