Flash Marriage: He Made My Jaw Drop

Chapter 10

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Damien pulled the car up to the doors of the hospital and waited. Vivienne helped her mother outside,

and he got out to open the car door for them. When Vivienne got in, he covered the top of her head to

make sure she didn’t hit her head against the doorframe.

Mrs. Quinn noticed these subtle details with a satisfied smile. Damien returned to the driver’s seat.

“Vivienne, it’s 1 P.M. now. I’m sure your mom’s hungry, too, and the doctor did tell her to eat regularly.

Why don’t we find a place to eat?”

Vivienne hadn’t even thought of that. Damien was so attentive. “That’s true. You decide.”

“Okay.” Damien started the car up, and half an hour later, they stopped at the entrance of an elegant–

looking Chinese restaurant. Vivienne glanced around at the decor and whispered to him.

“Isn’t this too expensive?”

She’d just bought a car, and she didn’t have any money on her now. In order to save money, she rarely

ate out–and when she did, she always made sure to look at the decor in the restaurant first. If it was

too grand and elegant, she’d find someplace else to eat.

This restaurant not only looked high–class, but it was also in a prime spot in D.C. It was a chain

restaurant, but that didn’t mean it was cheap.

Damien smiled at her. “It’s fine to eat at places like these once in a while. Besides, this is the first time

I’m officially meeting your mother, and it’s also our first dinner together, so we can spare the expense.

And you saved me money on wedding gifts, so why worry about the price?”

They were already at the door, so it was pointless to protest any further. Vivienne helped Mrs. Quinn

inside.

Damien had already made the arrangements and booked a table, so the three of them went up to the

second floor to be seated. Unbeknownst to Vivienne, this was just another one of the Smyth family’s

businesses.

Once they were seated, Damien pointed them to the tabletop. “Scan this QR code here on the table,

and it’ll show you the menu. Order whatever you want.”

There were usually two waiters attending each booth, but Damien was worried that Vivienne wouldn’t

be used to it, so he’d assigned them elsewhere.

Mrs. Quinn took a look around at the luxurious decorations in the room and pulled Vivienne aside

gently. “Just order two dishes. We‘ Il have too much to finish otherwise.”

She meant, of course, that it’d be too expensive otherwise. Mrs. Quinn had no intention of draining her

son–in–law’s wallet.

Vivienne nodded. “I know.”

The doctor’s words rang in her mind, and she still wanted her mother to eat properly, but when she

scanned the code to look over the menu, she felt the urge to pull Damien out of the restaurant entirely.

Everything was so expensive. Just a glass of mineral water was fifteen dollars, not to mention the

prices of the food. Vivienne skipped past that entirely and looked down at the cheapest option, the two–

dollar spring water.

Damien took one look at Vivienne’s reaction and realized what she was thinking. “I’ll order it.”

“No, no.” Vivienne cut him off quickly. “Let’s just go somewhere else. This is way too pricey.”

“It’s okay,” Damien smiled. “I’ve got a coupon from a client. It’ll give us fifty percent off, and you can

write it off as a work expense.”

“Huh?” Vivienne said, confused. “Aren’t we just abusing company policies now? What if they find out?”

She used to work at a company where a lot of the employees went out to eat regularly, then took the

bills to the company to be written off as work expenses, thus using the company’s money for expensive

dinners. When the managers found out about it, they fired several people.

Vivienne was just worried that Damien had made the same mistake. It was surprising, since she

couldn’t connect the good-

looking Damien to tricks like these.

He looked amused at her reaction. “I’m kidding, lighten up. How about some fish?”

“It’s alright. My mom’s right–just order two dishes, or we might not be able to finish.”

“That’s right. Don’t order too much,” Mrs. Quinn echoed.

Damien smiled again. “Okay.”

Then he ordered four signature dishes and a soup, worried that both mother and daughter might be

hungry.

Vivienne looked distressed at the prices, but she said nothing. Soon, the dishes were served, and

Damien stood up to personally- and very politely–pour coffee for Mrs. Quinn and Vivienne. Then, he

took out a card from his wallet and handed it to Vivienne, his etiquette prim and perfect.

“This is my personal credit card. My mother–in–law is witness that I‘ m giving this to you, and from now

on you’ll be in charge of this family.” Damien looked at Mrs. Quinn. “Mom, I promise that I’ll treat

Vivienne well and give her a wonderful life.“