Flash Marriage with the Billionaire

Chapter 5 He Lost His Sense of Taste

Emily left the study and went straight to the Queen Bar.

This was the largest bar in the country, combining entertainment and leisure in one, and was sought after by the wealthy. Emily was the royal senior sommelier here, and part of the reason why the Queen Bar was so hot was thanks to Emily.

She was naturally sensitive to alcohol and can taste a variety of different flavors in a wine so that she can tweak it, and can mix several completely different flavors into a new glass of wine.

Emily had just arrived at the bar when a black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove by and stopped at the front door.

The car door opened and a tall man stepped out.

The man wore a handmade custom silver-gray suit. His facial features were sharp, dark and narrow phoenix eyes containing a few if not cold. It was Charles.

When the manager saw him, he immediately came forward to greet him personally with respect, "Mr. Charles, you haven't been here for a while."

Charles' face remained clear and cold, indifferently responded, and then walked inside.

It was at this point that the cell phone in his pocket rang. As soon as Charles picked it up, his best friend Dean's teasing voice came through.

"Charles, I heard the sommelier at the Queen Bar is back, she has quite a tongue, don't you have no sense of taste anymore? Why don't you let her mix you a drink, maybe it will be restored."

Charles snorted, "Great tongue? How do you know? You’ve kissed her?"

He had lost his sense of taste since he was a child, and had seen countless doctors who were unable to help, so how can he regain his taste after one drink.

"s**t!" Dean swore with a laugh, "I would like to kiss, but unfortunately that one never shows up, so mysterious. I've never even met her, how can I have kissed her?"

Charles' eyes flashed a hint of interest. A mysterious wine taster?

"I'm almost to the box, today I want to see who this wine taster is," Charles said faintly, his handsome face flooded with a few lazy evil.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Charles met Emily standing at the door of the box.

She was still dressed like what she had on in the daytime, a pure white dress in the dark night, extra outstanding, only to the shoulders of the half-length hair slightly curly, small face slightly round, obviously better than the day.

"Why are you here?"

Emily turned her head and a flash of panic crossed her pretty eyes when she saw Charles, how could he be here?

Emily reached out to gesture but recalled he could not read sign language, so she can not help but sign and take out her phone to type.

[I'm here to find a friend.]

This was Dean's exclusive box, usually he entered with Dean... Charles wouldn't believe Emily's words!

He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, "So, where's your friend?"

Charles walked step by step towards her, blue phoenix eyes tinged with a bit of cold, and looked straight down on her face, as if to see her through.

"Emily, why do you always lie in front of me, after all the trouble you went through to climb into my bed a month ago and get pregnant with my child, now that you're in my house, what more do you want?!"

Emily's face hardened as she reached for her phone and typed urgently, [I never lie! I didn't know about what happened a month ago either!]

Charles saw the line and sneered, "Why should I trust a woman like you who is full of schemes!"

Emily's little face went cold, [Believe it or not, suit yourself."]

Charles sneered, "Since you are still carrying my child inside your belly, then stay at home and do not come to the bar without my permission. If anything happens to the baby, I will never let you go!"

Emily was furious, [Charles, you have no right to confine my personal freedom, don't forget the divorce agreement, you also signed it, and agreed not to interfere with each other!]

Seeing that exclamation point, Charles knew how angry the little woman was at the moment.

"Emily, you are not qualified to negotiate with me, you married me with a disgusting purpose, you must do everything I say, the divorce agreement is only effective for you, it is useless for me!"

Charles' voice was cold, and he pulled Emily's wrist and headed for the elevator.

Emily pushed hard and tried to pull her hand out, but he was so strong that it hurt to squeeze her wrist!

"Emily!"

Just then, Linda's voice rang out, and Emily looked back at her immediately, ‘asking’ for help.

"Mr. Charles, what are you doing?"

Linda rushed over, grabbed Emily and shielded her.

Charles' eyes sank. "What does it have to do with you?"

Linda knew well the temperament of these rich playboys, especially Charles', which was cloudy and unpredictable.

She showed a half smile, "Charles, do not say so. Whoever comes to my place to have a drink is more or less connected to me, and Emily is my best friend. She came to be with me. I can’t stand by and watch her being bullied, right?"

Charles looked puzzled, this woman was really here to find a friend?

Looking at Linda to protect Emily in such a skilled action, Charles felt a pang of chagrin. Did I really wrong her?

Charles felt his face heat up, but his pride as the man in charge of the Corvo family prevented him from speaking up and saying sorry.

His lips twitched and there was a hint of apology in his eyes as he looked at Emily. Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "Go back early."

With those words, Charles turned around and walked towards the box.

Emily looked at Charles' back and froze a little.

Is he... letting her off the hook? But she didn't expect that he would be a guest at the Queen Bar, and if she came here to bartend, she was afraid she’d meet him again.

"Honey, are you okay?" Linda's nervous voice brought Emily back to her senses, "Why are you still tangled up with Charles, he's the one we can mess with, let's stay away from him in the future."

Erin smiled and gently patted the back of Linda's hand soothingly, gesturing with her hand, [It's just something small, don't worry, I'll stay away from him, of course.]

Linda's gaze turned to Emily’s small belly. "That's good. But how did you suddenly get pregnant? Come on, tell me who the baby's father is, are you in love?"

In the face of Linda's passionate questioning, Emily fell silent. This child, although it came unexpectedly, was ultimately her flesh and blood, the thought that this child was used by her brother to threaten Charles made her feel endless heartache.

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask again, and when you want to talk about it, you must tell me!"

Emily looked at Linda gratefully, she really hadn't thought about how she should confess this not-so-honorable thing. She and Linda had known each other for many years, she was her only close friend, and she did not want to deceive her.

She nodded and held out her hand to gesture, [Where's the wine?]

Linda, however, got worried, "Honey, I just looked it up. You really can't drink when you're pregnant, so I'm afraid you won't be able to mix a drink."

But Emily shook her head and held out her hand, [I can take a look at the wine first, if they were produced in same year or close, I’d know the taste without drinking. If I got the taste, I can mix.]

Emily went to the wine cellar with Linda. On the other side, when Charles pushed open the door and walked into the box, Dean immediately teased, "Yo, who's messing with our Mr. Charles? What's with the ugly face?"

Charles looked at him with cold eyes. "What about the wine you said?"