My Waste Husband novel Chapter 12

"Hey, some people are right." Henry sighed. "It's okay if you don't understand, but you shouldn't pretend to understand. It's not okay to deliberately pretend."

Henry's words made Fiona and her son's faces burn. They both wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Let's go!" Fiona slammed the table, got up, and left with her son.

Sylvia was surprised and satisfied with Henry's performance. Some French manners were very partial and very few people knew it. In terms of dining, French cuisine had a lot of rules and regulations. There were very few people who could be familiar with and talk about it.

To Sylvia's satisfaction, she could see that Henry's every move was deliberately to irritate Sam and his mother. Suddenly, she found that this person did not seem to be so detestable.

Nelson Lin and Sam's father didn't stay any longer. After saying hello, the meal was over.

On the way home, Sylvia's attitude towards Henry eased a little. She sat in the driver's seat and glanced at Henry, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "How do you know French? Few people can understand this language. Besides, the manners of French meals are not ordinary. Few people are willing to learn it."

Henry smiled and said, "I used to be a waiter in a French restaurant, and I only know a few words. I just said so much on purpose because I didn't like Sam."

Hearing that, Sylvia nodded and said nothing. Henry knew French, which surprised her. This explanation was understandable.

When they returned to the villa, Henry saw Anna setting up some alarm system. Now he knew that Anna was Sylvia's bodyguard.

Sylvia sat on the sofa, holding her forehead with her slender hands. Thinking of what had happened in the restaurant just now, the woman could not help but smile.

"President Lin, hot water for your feet is ready."

Henry's voice came from behind. He took the initiative to bring a basin of warm water for washing her feet. When massaging Sylvia yesterday, Henry found that Sylvia had a lot of hidden health problems that were caused by her tiredness. Henry could treat those problems through the massage and acupuncture.

Sylvia looked at the man in front of her and frowned. Yesterday, she deliberately wanted to humiliate Henry by making him wash her feet. But today, she didn't want to do this. When she was about to say something, Henry carried the hot water. Before she could make a sound, she felt that her little feet were caught by a pair of rough big hands.

Henry gently touched the pair of soft feet with his hands. Every time he looked at them, it was like a work of art. The pair of feet was crystal clear, as if they were made of oil, with a little bit of redness.

Henry gently rubbed the acupoints under Sylvia's feet.

Sylvia only felt a strange feeling coming from the sole of her feet. Looking at Henry's restless hands, Sylvia frowned and said unhappily, "What are you touching?"

"It's not a random touch. It's a massage, President Lin." Henry shook his head and emphasized in a special tone, "You have a chronic disease, which is caused by your lack of sleep and makes you easy to get sick. You have abdominal pain for a few days a month. The appropriate massage can relieve these."

Henry kept rubbing her feet while speaking.

Sylvia wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and couldn't speak because she found that Henry was right. She didn't sleep well and easily caught the flu. She also had stomach problems. Sylvia remembered that she slept very well last night. Was it because of this person?

But in the end, Sylvia couldn't help but say something. Anyway, Henry was her legal husband. He was good at massaging. It was not something worth arguing about.