The Wife Pay
First Dinner

Alana was led inside by the waiter. He was amazed when he entered the luxurious house.

"I'll take you to your room Miss!" The maid, carrying Alana's suitcase, climbed up the stairs to the room where Alana was going to be staying.

"Please Miss. Your goods will be sorted by us" said the waiter named Salma.

"no need. I can clean it up myself," she refused subtly.

Alana opened the door to her room. He opened his mouth, his eyes looked amazed as he looked at the room that was so luxurious. The room looks spacious, and is dominated by gray, making this masculine aura more visible.

"Please rest Miss." Salma passed away.

After the departure of Salma. Alana closed the door of her room, then stepped closer to the bed. He smiled immediately spread himself on the king-size mattress. Ever since he walked into that house, he's never seen Dave. Actually he wondered where the man went, whether it was busy. Wanted him to ask the waiter or Zain. But he thought it was none of his business either, considering that one of the points in the marriage agreement was not to interfere in the man's affairs.

Alana felt her body was very sticky, because since coming home from the agreement she had not had time to clean up. He decided to go to the bathroom.

"Geez! Is this the bathroom or what?" alana said when she went into the bathroom. The bathroom was indeed very spacious, even Alana thought it was much wider than her bedroom when in the old residence. Alana thought that if her bathroom was such a model, she would be very diligent in bathing, and spend her time there.

Alana immediately cleans herself, fills the bathtub with water, she will soak first, so that her body becomes relaxed.

After the bath, Alana wore a negligee with short-sleeved legs. Even though she is now married to a rich man, Alana Daster is still the best dress. He thinks the clothes are still good, and worth to wear.

Geck! Geck!

Alana's bedroom door was knocked by someone from the outside.

"Yes what's wrong?" alana asked Salma when she opened the door.

"Miss was asked to go down to the dining room, to have dinner with Mr. Dave" Salma said.

Huh huh? Any dinner?

What time is it? Alana wavered, then turned towards the window that was partially not covered with curtains tightly. The sky looks dark. He realized how much time he had spent in the bathroom.

Alana follows Salma's steps towards the dining room. There Dave was sitting quietly waiting for him. The man's appearance that did indeed seem lovable, momentarily made Alana feel inferior, an inverse appeal to her current appearance. The man frowned as he stared at Alana from top to bottom.

"Sit down Alana, you haven't eaten since, have you" Dave said.

Alana nodded and sat down in front of Dave opposite the long, oval-shaped table.

"Lady just got home?" asked Alana to vent.

"It was two hours ago." Dave replied with a flat face.

Alana stared at the dishes on the table that presented so many kinds. He gulped his saliva when he saw the menu was so tempting. It felt like he had not eaten a long time ago, good food. Last maybe two weeks ago with Edo. Goddamnit! Why did he remember that bastard again.

"Didn't the food make you taste Alana?" dave asked when he saw the woman was just busy staring one by one the dishes on the table.

Alana was nervous. "Ah where might it be. The menu here all looks tempting, it feels like I want to spend it all."

Dave chuckles at hearing it. "Then eat as much as you. If you want to add, you can ask the waiter behind you to make it again."

Alana immediately took the plate, filling it with rice and other side dishes. Both of his hands held a fork and a knife to cut the meat on his plate. He tried it even though he was having trouble.

'This is all because of the habit of eating in fancy restaurants. Edo always took over cutting my flesh. Eventually, I became unfamiliar," Alana murmured inwardly.

Alana grimaced because she could not cut the meat. Though the worms in his stomach have thrashed want to be fed.

"Master can you eat with your hands?" alana asked with an unkind face.

"Why?" dave asked back, and Alana just grimaced without an answer.

Dave paused his meal for a moment, turning his head toward Alana's plate which was still intact. At once he understood the woman's distress.

"Sit by my side, and bring the plate. I'll teach you how to cut it," Dave asked as he patted the chair by his side.