Chapter 6 Do You Really Want to Marry This Mute?
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Dean laughed lightly, "Linda said the bartender just arrived so we will have to wait a while."
Charles sat on the sofa, Emily hiding behind Linda inexplicably flashed in his mind, and he could not help but ask, "When will you catch Linda up?"
Dean froze, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Charles reached up and tugged at his tie, inexplicably annoyed.
It didn't take long for the door of the box to be knocked on and the waiter walked in and placed a glass of wine on the table.
Charles wrinkled his brow, "How come it's only one glass?"
Dean answered, "This sommelier is so eccentric that he only makes three drinks a day, and those three drinks become the signature of the Queen Bar."
Charles picked up the glass of wine. It looked like nothing special and the smell was just ordinary wine.
He really didn't believe that such a glass of wine would become a signature.
The irritation welled up in his heart, and Charles drank all the wine down.
With spicy and pungent in the mouth, his tongue was on fire...
Charles wrinkled his eyebrows and wanted to say that the wine tasted...tasted like...before he could speak, his whole body froze.
Dean had been watching his expression, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but stare in disbelief. "No way? It's really working? You got your sense of taste back?"
Charles looked at the empty glass, the tip of his tongue still lingered with the faint smell of wine, that was... taste.
He lost his sense of taste for years and regained it?
Charles put down the glass, picked up the fruit plate inside the grapes and ate one, but he could only feel watery in his mouth, and not much taste.
He wrinkled his nose in frustration. "How come these grapes don't taste anymore?"
Dean picked one up and tasted it, "No, it's sour."
Charles picked up the strawberry next to him, but still no taste. It was as if the spiciness he had just tasted was just a hallucination.
His face was instantly gloomy, his blue eyes fixed on the wine glass, which had no drop of wine left. But he wanted to continue to taste a mouthful.
Dean was dying next to him, "What the hell is going on? Could it be that you can only taste that glass of wine, while you still lose ypour taste for the rest of the food?"
"Indeed..." Charles said abruptly, "I want to see the sommelier."
Dean immediately went out, but soon returned with a regretful shrug, "The sommelier has gone."
Charles jerked to his feet, "What about this drink? Is there any more?"
"Three glasses of wine, all sold out."
Charles reached up and squeezed his brow violently.
How funny.... Drinking this wine, he can taste the spice but still have no taste in other food.
Is it really that amazing?
He became curious about this sommelier.
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After arriving home, Charles' mother, Martha, called out of the blue. As soon as the call was answered, Martha's excited voice came from the other side.
"Charles, you're going to marry that daughter of the Millers? Don't you forget that our family has a marriage contract with the Barton family, and the woman you marry can only be Catherine Barton."
Charles unhappily frowned. he never liked Catherine, instead, he would even show some antipathy though she would look exqusite and noble every time she appeared in front of him...
Suddenly, Charles' mind came back to Emily's veiled face. She never seemed to dress deliberately in front of him, but there was a unique natural beauty.
Realizing what he was thinking, Charles impatiently pressed his temples, how could he think Emily was beautiful, it must be an illusion!
On the phone, Martha was still chattering away when Charles interrupted her unhappily, "The engagement to the Barton family is not something I will acknowledge. I don't like Catherine and won’t marry her."
"Do you like that woman named Emily? Don't you forget how her family has gone out of their way to calculate you and use a child to threaten you, and I heard she's even a mute..."
"That's enough!" Charles interrupted Martha annoyed, "Mother, Grandpa already knows I'll marry her and I don't want to disappoint him. Tomorrow I will register my marriage with Emily."
"What we want is just the child in her belly. In order to appease your grandfather, you can fake a marriage with that woman, and after she gives birth to the child, we'll just give her some money and get rid of her!"
"I won't cheat Grandpa!" Charles said angrily, his bony fingers squeezing the phone tightly.
"That’s another reason for you to get rid of that woman and marry Catherine!"
"Mother, I've made up my mind." Before Martha could say more, Charles quickly hung up the phone.
He was not willing to marry that woman, Catherine, if he had to choose, he would rather choose Emily.
The following day, Early morning.
Emily got up early and just went out to see Charles walking out as well. His long, slender hands were tying his tie, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes swept a glance at her, then averted his gaze indifferently.
"Go have a bite and go to the City Hall with me to register our marriage."
Emily froze for a moment at his words, then, she took out her phone and typed, [I'll go get ready.]
Although the marriage to Charles was just a contract, after all, it was one of the most important days in her life and she wanted to look dignified.
Charles looked at Emily's back as she ran upstairs in a hurry and didn't say much. He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up a newspaper and read it.
The time passed slowly until Charles was about to finish reading the newspaper, Emily had not come down. Charles raised his hand to look at his wristwatch and was about to get up to rush her when he heard the sound of Emily coming downstairs.
She changed into a formal white halter dress with a lace-trimmed round neckline and a knee-length hemline, the waistline of which outlined her slender figure. Her long hair was woven into a braid and she wore a light makeup.
Charles’ impatience swept away. He looked at Emily in a daze, with a flash of amazement in his blue eyes.
This dress suits her, Charles thought to himself.
Emily felt Charles stare straight at her, not daring to look directly at the sight he cast, and typed with her head down. [What's the problem?] Emily held up her phone shakily to show Charles the words on the screen.
Charles looked back and averted his gaze.
His tone was a bit stiff, but his face softened a bit, "Go eat."
After breakfast, the two silently get into the car, but the atmosphere in the carriage was as depressing as ever.
When they arrived at the City Hall, they just got out of the car, and a soft but crying voice rang out.
"Charles, are you really going to marry this mute?"
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