My Waste Husband novel Chapter 16

"We met at Master Ferger's exhibition." Henry picked up a scallop and put it on the plate in front of Sylvia, and continued, "At that time, Master Ferger had an exhibition in Chang'an. Both me and Sylvia were attracted by Master Ferger's painting called Early Breakfast, but we offered different opinions. I still remembered that Sylvia said that she was yearning for the quiet feeling in the painting. The soft lines would calm her down, and I admired the love expressed between the man and woman in the painting. Of course, the green scenery was very good."

Milan felt a bit strange but she said, "I see. I wanted to go there also, but I didn't have a chance. After hearing what you said, I'm pretty jealous."

Henry smiled gently and said, "Three months later, Master Ferger will hold an exhibition. If there is a chance, we can go together."

"Okay." Milan also smiled and nodded. "Ah! My food is ready!"

Then she ran to the kitchen in a panic.

"How do you know?" Sylvia asked with a soft voice full of doubts.

"What?" Henry took one scallop for himself.

"How do you know about Master Ferger's exhibition? How do you know about the Early Breakfast?" Sylvia was puzzled. The reason why she told Milan that she met Henry at the exhibition was that she also liked painting. However, she didn't make it to this particular exhibition.

Hearing Sylvia's question, Henry pointed to his mobile phone in his pocket and said, "I just checked it. I'm trying not to get exposed!"

"Well done!" Sylvia gave him a thumbs-up.

"Hey hey, thank you for your praise, President Lin."

In the kitchen, Milan glanced at the dining room secretly. After confirming that Sylvia and Henry were sitting at the dining table, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number. Soon, somebody picked up.

Holding the phone in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, Milan whispered, "Nico, do you remember the wanted photo we saw on the street in France three years ago?"

"I remember." A crisp female voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of a spatula colliding with a fried pot. At this time, it was lunchtime in France. "Why, why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I saw him! I don't know what happened. He has returned to China and married my best friend as an artist!" Milan looked anxious.

"Oh my God!" A burst of exclamation came from the other side of the phone. "You actually met him! Has he not been arrested by the French royal family? You know, he even dared to deceive the princess of the royal family at that time! Why didn't you call the police to arrest him and expose his identity in front of your best friend?"

"I don't know how he came back, and I don't know why he wasn't arrested. I can't call the police, I don't have any evidence, and I can't directly expose him. Now my silly best friend has been completely cheated by him. Once I directly say he is a French wanted criminal, not only will my best friend not believe it, but also will warn this guy. At that time, there will be no way to reveal his true colors!" Milan's tone was full of anger and anxiety. At this point, she even sneaked a glance at the restaurant.

Sylvia also noticed that there was a happy expression on her beautiful face when she looked at him. She tore off a piece of duck meat and handed it to Henry.