Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 368: Waiting for Your Forgiveness

Nora Northwood blinked and could only say to Jasper Sinclair, "I’m very hungry, can we start?"

Immediately after, Jasper nodded towards the chef.

"By the way, I still have to thank you for your thoughtful arrangements."

"Nora, we are the closest people in the world. You never need to say thank you at any time."

Nora smiled, "Okay, I’ll remember that." Her smile didn’t carry much joy, rather it seemed like relief.

Relief that she became the city’s laughingstock, relief that she couldn’t change Jasper Sinclair, relief over their unequal marital relationship.

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"Pu’er tea."

A piece of tea was steeped in the ceramic flower teapot, Jasper explained, "Afraid you’re not used to French cuisine, I specifically hired a chef team proficient in the oriental style."

The tea had been steeping for a while, Nora blew away the steaming top layer, sipping small mouthfuls. Soon, the tea fragrance spread across her tongue, "I didn’t know Pu’er could taste so good too."

"Old tree Pu’er, if you like it, I’ll get some prepared for you at home."

"That’s a good idea."

"Worried you might not acclimatize, I discussed with the chefs to keep it light beforehand."

It sounded like Jasper indeed considered Nora’s needs in every way, however, this didn’t change the fact of her being a "century joke."

After the wedding, VK was significantly impacted, and Nora rushed around, attended several events, barely salvaging the situation, but didn’t completely recover.

Soon, two bowls of what looked like simple "rice porridge" were brought by the chef.

Nora sneered, "Jasper, with you spending hundreds of thousands, surely you wouldn’t make me have porridge costing just a few bucks a bowl here?"

Jasper didn’t hurry to answer her question, but pondered.

Fortunately, the chef team couldn’t understand Celestian, otherwise, these remarks would definitely make them vomit blood on the spot.

A dish, highly sought after by powerful elites, being described as cheap porridge, was truly laughable.

Nora hadn’t heard his answer for a long time and was disheartened, "Let me taste the hundred-thousand-dollar porridge, what’s so different about it."

Saying this, she finally picked up the spoon.

With just one mouthful, the fresh and sweet flavors lingered between her lips and teeth, melting in her mouth, utterly clear and pure in form, yet possessing countless base flavors.

In surprise, Nora retracted her earlier words, "I wrongly accused you."

"Now thinking about it, is it worth the price?"

"Still not worth it."

Jasper fell silent.

Strangely, a deep sense of defeat surfaced.

When leaving the restaurant, it was already nine in the evening, and tonight’s moonlight was bright and clear. Nora extended her hand, tracing a curved arc in the air with her fingers.

"Jasper, the moon is so beautiful today."

"I’ll find a way to pick it down and give it to you."

Nora pouted, "No, the moon should hang high in the sky, it can’t be pulled down by anyone."

She spoke about the moon, and about people.

She once thought Jasper was merely a high-ranking executive in a company, but later learnt his true identity, realizing he was wealthy, and that he had even more wealth than she imagined.

She tried to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, tried to stand beside the moon.

But after repeated interactions, she found she couldn’t even reach the moon’s tip.

Peach Bell’s appearance shattered the fantasies she held for a year.

Whether it was Jasper, Grandma Sinclair, or even all members of the Sinclair Family, they all had their eyes on this young girl.