manynovel Chapter 394 Compensation
Chapter 394 Compensation
Chapter 394 Compensation
Although I recall what happened at Mrs. Yelena's house yesterday.
François would also find it unbelievable.
With the support of Yelena's husband, the two played a game of chess.
Of course, this experience was much better than the first one.
Lady Yelena remained rational at all times, and was also a little shy.
But François could see Madame Yelena's longing.
Well, maybe her husband is right, she really does like children.
Madame Yelena even praised François, saying his technique was superb.
François said that it was all thanks to Miss Olga's guidance.
Madame Yelena asked who Miss Olga was, and François told her the truth.
For François, Miss Olga was another culinary teacher.
He didn't think Olga was a prostitute, and there was nothing surprising about mentioning her.
François noticed that Madame Ylena's expression was a little off. Well, he understood that Miss Olga must have been treated coldly by many people.
Overall, it was a good experience.
François left the couple the gift they wanted.
If all goes well, François wonders—am I a father?
No! François shook his head, "That doesn't count!"
Those are their child; François shouldn't get involved.
He suddenly felt that he should not bother them anymore.
François's relationship with Madame Yelena came to an end.
He will always remember Madame Yelena, and the cake she taught François.
Tomorrow we're heading to the city of Parliament, and François still has people to visit.
Miss Olga really taught François a lot, not just cooking.
Of course, François still had much to ask Miss Olga about how to cook seafood.
Therefore, he decided to visit Miss Olga and bring a lively sea fish with him.
When he knocked on Miss Olga's door, François saw surprise on her face, which quickly turned into worry.
She pouted, "François, today isn't the agreed-upon day—you're not going to cause me any more trouble, are you?"
Trouble? François thought for a moment. Was she referring to Mr. Leo's matter?
"Has Mr. Leo caused you any trouble?" François asked cautiously.
"No, but you know, I also want some private time of my own. Although the time I spend with you is relatively relaxed, you know—there are always times when I want to be alone."
François couldn't quite understand, a person?
That's too lonely!
Although François was often ostracized from childhood, he had no friends and no one cared about him, and he was all alone.
However, he can feel at ease as long as he is certain that someone is not far from him.
In this way, even if there is any danger, he can imitate what others would do or directly ask for help.
However, François also considered himself an exception—a fat, incompetent idiot.
So he didn't judge, but simply nodded slightly, pretending not to have heard.
Then, smiling, he held up the plump fish in his hand: "Miss, how should I cook this fish?"
"You really are a cooking fanatic."
Olga shook her head.
"Come in."
François went inside, skillfully made his way to the kitchen, and began preparing the tools, awaiting Miss Olga's guidance.
It was autumn, but Miss Olga was still wearing a cool purple sundress that barely covered her beautiful chest; the alluring glimpse of her breasts was enough to make most men swoon.
However, François had already played chess with Olga Cézanne many times, so he remained unfazed.
Moreover, as a chef, one must be completely focused when cooking!
Olga gently shook her head and stepped forward:
"Let's modify the butterfly knife first—"
Olga then instructed François to operate the equipment.
Soon, a dish of smoky fish fillets was ready.
Olga picked up a piece with both hands, chewed a few times, and nodded:
"Hmm, perfect. You really do have a talent for cooking."
François quickly took a bite as well, and indeed it was delicious. He immediately added:
"It's because the recipes are good, and also because you teach well."
Olga reached out and flicked François's forehead:
"Glib-tongued."
It hurt a little, but François didn't care.
By the way, it's time to say goodbye:
"Oh, by the way, Miss Olga, I've also come to say goodbye."
Upon hearing this, Olga's expression suddenly froze.
After a moment, she managed a smile:
"Saying goodbye? What's there to say goodbye to?"
"I'm being transferred; I'm leaving Gate City for Parliament City."
Olga stood there stunned for a long time; the smile on her face had vanished without a trace.
Will they come back?
"I don't know, maybe."
Even if he returned, François thought, "I will one day leave the Far East and return to my homeland."
Olga pondered for a long time, then suddenly pulled François away from the kitchen and into the bedroom.
The purple halter top slipped from Olga's shoulders and fell to the ground. François understood Olga's meaning and began to undo his own belt.
To be honest, François really liked Olga.
She is genuine and kind.
Actually, he was also a little reluctant to part with Olga.
François was very happy to have a close encounter with Olga before parting ways.
This was a brilliant game.
So much so that not only Olga, but even François was slightly out of breath.
The two lay on the pillows, gazing at each other's faces.
François said, "Miss, thank you for taking care of me these days."
"While I'd like to say you're welcome, and you certainly gave me a long-awaited experience, all I can do now is put some pressure on you. Hey, François, do you think a few words of thanks are enough to repay a debt of gratitude?"
"So, what do you think?"
"You must come back," Olga said. "I have a few more dishes I want to teach you."
Then, she kissed him.
It was just a normal kiss, without any extra movements.
However, François tasted the intense reluctance of Olga.
François nodded, then got up and dressed.
Before leaving Olga's house, the two kissed again.
So much so that François blushed with embarrassment while walking down the street.
Olga is such a good woman, he thought.
"No! Let me go!"
Just then, François heard a noise coming from the alley.
François looked over and saw that it was a group of thugs who were about to rape a woman.
François recognized the woman who looked like a boy; she was Miss Jennifer!
Upon seeing this, François immediately shouted:
"stop!"
In the past, François would never have dared to shout directly.
He didn't know where he got the courage from. Had he changed a little recently?
Upon seeing François's enormous body, those people immediately left from the other end of the alley.
"call...-
François breathed a long sigh of relief; thankfully, they didn't intend to persist.
He walked over, knelt down, and tried to help Miss Jennifer to her feet:
"Miss, are you alright?"
"Snapped!"
To everyone's surprise, Miss Jennifer slapped François hard across the face.
François was startled and fell backward to the ground, covering his face as he issued the certificate.
Miss Jennifer said angrily, "Who told you to meddle!"
"But—they're bullying you! You're yelling, 'Do you think they can bully me?'"
As she spoke, Miss Jennifer pulled out a small knife from somewhere and glared at François resentfully, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"I was so close! I was just a hair's breadth away from experiencing the pleasures of sex! Why did you ruin my chance?!"
"Huh?" François was bewildered.
"No!"
Miss Jennifer's eyes narrowed, the cold glint in them sharper than the dagger in her hand.
"You have to make it up to me!"
Miss Jennifer suddenly pounced on François and sat on him.
Then he swung his dagger and precisely cut open the buttons on François's clothes.
Then, breathing heavily, she prepared to take off her clothes.
"No! Miss!"
But Miss Jennifer wasn't about to let him off the hook: "Who told you to ruin my plans!"
"No! At least here—"
"It has to be here. If you go to my house, my dad will definitely beat one of us to death—"