"Oh, my obedient disciple is truly thoughtful."

As soon as Winslet removed her suit jacket, Luis thoughtfully took it and hung it aside. He pulled out her chair and performed a series of actions with particular attentiveness.

Winslet sat down, stretched lazily, and smiled gently, saying, "We could have just eaten something simple. Did you really have to come to such an expensive place? I say, you should save this money to charm young girls instead."

She knew Luis was no saint either. Considering those two relationships, if Nancy was the sister-in-law, that might be somewhat understandable, but with that Chloe, they were clearly a pair of unscrupulous lovers.

"Master's wife, please stop teasing me."

Luis immediately flattered, "You are a great beauty in the prime of your youth. Having the honor of treating you to a meal is my good fortune."

"Enough of that. I am old and my looks have faded. How can I compare to your little beauty?"

Winslet continued to laugh, "You little rascal, just be careful not to get caught by your wife."

Luis did not wish to explain Lily's current situation to her. Hearing these words, which seemed half-teasing, he felt somewhat moved nonetheless.

After all, women inevitably detested such matters. For her to speak these protective words proved she truly regarded Luis as one of her own and was indulging him.

"Understood, Master's wife!"

Luis said with a cheerful smile, "Please, see what you would like to eat."

Winslet flipped through the menu, then leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Ordering à la carte is too expensive. Let's just get a set work meal or something."

She was not a stunning beauty that took one's breath away, but rather the type whose charm grew the more one looked at her. With her light makeup, she appeared even more beautiful up close under the lighting.

Her breath was fragrant as she spoke, causing Luis to feel a slight itch in his heart. After all, his teacher's wife was also a goddess-like figure in his mind.

Elegant, intellectual, and gentle, a goddess is indeed sacred, but wicked mortals cannot help but harbor thoughts of defilement.

The seeds of impure thoughts had actually been planted long ago. It was just that the soil had now received fertilizer, causing them to sprout. What remained unknown was the speed at which they would grow.

Luis steadied his mind, forcefully suppressing the ripples of emotion stirring within him. In a joking tone, he said, "Master's wife, I am someone who can afford a Cayenne now. So, there is no need to save on this bit of money."

"I was trying to save you some money."

Winslet could not help but roll her eyes at him.

Luis immediately put on a serious expression and declared, "Master's wife, money spent on you is never wasted. Every piece of seafood here gains its value simply by being tasted, even if only for a single bite, by you."

"You little rogue, you are getting more and more smooth-tongued."

Winslet was amused into a light laugh, saying, "No wonder all those girls are so utterly charmed by you. Even Lily is so adorable and docile."

Luis promptly teased back, "Then let me charm you too, Master's wife. Whatever other women have, I cannot allow you to be without."

"Stop with that routine. Your master's wife is an old woman now, not some young girl easily deceived."

"Master's wife possesses far more charm and depth than any young girl. Those young girls cannot compare to your allure. Moreover, with your beauty and your curvaceous, devilish figure, how many could possibly rival you?"

Winslet was clearly very pleased. She gave him a charmingly reproachful look, scolding verbally, "You are becoming more and more disrespectful. How dare you speak to your master's wife in such a manner?"

"Upon seeing a great beauty, my mouth simply cannot resist speaking the truth."

Amidst the banter, Winslet's mood visibly improved. Seeing her hesitate to make a choice, Luis proactively took the menu and summoned the head waiter.

Nowadays, many economical and practical establishments used iPads or scanning codes for direct ordering.

In contrast, these high-end dining places still adhered to the traditional method of ordering. The primary reason was the wide variety of seafood available, which was not fixed, making it more convenient for the head waiter to introduce the daily selections.

"Master's wife enjoys crab. One snow crab prepared two ways. Also, stir-fry a green crab with roe using scallions and ginger."

"For the conch, the sliced ​​meat is good. The version quickly blanched in chicken broth is also excellent… As for fish, a small grouper, please. Steam the flesh, and fry the bones with salt and pepper."

"Beef tenderloin with green peppers, is that the snowflake ribs… One order, please."

As Luis ordered, Winslet grew somewhat anxious, saying, "That is about enough. We will not finish it otherwise."

"Sir, this should be sufficient. Would you prefer a slow-simmered soup or perhaps to sample some wine?"

Before Luis could even ask, Winslet turned her head and glanced, saying, "Let us drink. Open a bottle of VXOP."

"Very good. We will prepare your meal immediately."

Luis asked in surprise, "Master's wife, you have no work tonight? Why did you suddenly think of having a drink??"

It must be noted that Winslet had always disliked alcohol. Previously, she also detested her husband, Fatty, for drinking. Moreover, she was a workaholic who often worked late into the night. For her to actively request a drink was a very unusual occurrence.

"I need to rest properly tonight. Your master's wife is not made of iron and needs to relax as well."

Winslet shot him a look and said, "What, can you men drink but I cannot? Or do you find the wine too expensive and do not wish to treat your master's wife to a glass?"

"Not at all. If Master's wife wishes to drink, I would even consider that wine too cheap."

Luis said with genuine concern, "I certainly would not spoil your enjoyment. However, if it is just drinking to drown sorrows, it is unnecessary and not good for your health."

"Hehe, with such a caring and obedient disciple like you, your master's wife can hardly call this drinking to drown sorrows."

The wine arrived first. Along with the exquisite glasses, the ambiance, and the scenery, one had to admit the feeling was particularly romantic.

The dishes were served one after another. After taking a few bites, Winslet proactively raised her glass and said softly, "My good disciple, come, let us have a drink first."

"Master's wife, I toast to you. I wish you eternal youth and beauty, everlasting health and happiness."

"Your little mouth is so sweet. Even if your master's wife was unhappy, you would coax her into happiness."

After a few playful remarks, Winslet smiled and said, "You need not concern yourself with that lawsuit matter. For mediation or anything of the sort, I do not even need to make an appearance. Judges cannot be bothered to spare a glance for such petty, contentious legal disputes."

"Yes, I leave all the trouble to you, Master's wife."

They chatted very happily. She continued to drink glass after glass. Still feeling concerned, Luis tentatively asked, "Master's wife, did my master upset you again?"

"I am used to it. Ah, that fellow is just cursed with bad luck."

Winslet was not one for gossip, but after a moment's thought, she opened up.

When she married her master, Fatty, it was with passionate fervor. It was the clichéd storyline of a well-bred, modest young lady from a scholarly family being attracted to a petty ruffian.

Only after marriage did they discover their values and ways of thinking were quite incompatible. Even their family backgrounds and methods of handling affairs were worlds apart.

They already had a child. For the child's sake, she could only make do. Their affection had faded to the point where the marriage existed in name only. However, she had never considered divorce.

Primarily, having handled countless lawsuits, she believed neither men nor women were particularly virtuous creatures. The one in her own home, though crude, at least did not possess excessively vile habits.

It was true he enjoyed drinking, but drinking did not lead to trouble, did not hinder responsibilities, and certainly not to domestic violence. For that alone, he had already surpassed many others. Of course, she still detested her husband returning home reeking of alcohol.

They had been living separately for nearly ten years. Winslet lived by herself in the city center. Her parents helped look after the child. With her own study, she actually lived quite comfortably.

Fatty was also exceptionally carefree, living by himself above the auto repair shop, working there when busy.

In his free time at night, if not drinking, he was playing cards. Hanging out with the younger crowd, having drinks with his fellow apprentices—he enjoyed himself to the fullest.

They only came together during holidays or when matters concerning the child arose. For the most part, they led their own separate lives.

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