I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Alan smirked when he saw how well Anne ate, not a single dish was missed, starting from the heavy meals to the desserts, they all gobbled up into Anne's little mouth, even though she didn't actually finish them all. She just took some from all the food that was served in front of her with enthusiasm. She didn't even bother to dry her hair first.

"Are you really that hungry?" Alan chirped, teasing Anne.

Anne, who was enjoying the foie gras, immediately stabbed the knife in her right hand into the plate and glared at Alan.

"Whoa whoa whoa...! Sorry, Madam, I give up. Pardon my mistake." Alan shrieked loudly as he raised both his hands in the air.

Anne just blinked once without speaking. She then continued to slice the foie gras and immediately slathering it on the typical French sauce that was on her plate before putting it into her mouth. Alan couldn't help but chuckle at how Anne was eating. Because he didn't want to disturb her dinner, he finally chose to sit quietly and enjoyed his dinner. Seeing that Anne loved foie gras so much, Alan then moved a piece of his foie gras onto Anne's plate.

"No, it's okay, I still have mine," said Anne slowly, refusing his foie gras.

"It's okay, I just don't want any leftover to this delicious food. There are many more dishes that I want to try," Alan answered quickly as he pulled the roast turkey from Anne's left side onto his plate.

Anne smiled. "Thank you."

"It's not a big deal, Anne. Alright then, hurry up, don't let me change my mind and..."

"What?!!"

"Hahaha...sorry Madam, I was just joking. I can't possibly take the food that's already on your plate."

Anne did not respond to Alan's words, and chose to continue enjoying her foie gras with full appreciation like those medieval French aristocrats, so graceful and elegant. Seeing the way she enjoyed one of the fancy French dishes made Alan admire her even more. She really knew how to put herself together and that made Alan feel proud.

After dining for almost 30 minutes, most of the plates on the trolley table were empty. Anne, who had not eaten since morning plus her energy had been drained by Alan, was able to finish all the delicious and extraordinary dishes.

"Red wine, Ma'am?"

Anne shook her head. "My drinking skills are poor, I can't handle alcohol."

"Really? So you've never touched any alcoholic beverage in your life?" asked Alan in surprise.

"I did, once. I made a big mess of that too," replied Anne softly with a smile as she remembered what she did when she accidentally drank Jack's wine two years ago.

"Really? Tell me." asked Alan with sparkling eyes.

Anne grabbed the napkin on the table and wiped her lips gently. "I don't like remembering all that's past, because I'm sure you wouldn't like to hear about it."

"You haven't tried me, Anne, so how can you say I don't like it?" Alan growled in annoyance.

Anne smiled. She slowly got up from her chair and approached Alan, who was sitting in front of her. She slowly placed her hands on the edge of the chair. "Are you sure you want to hear how I drank my first wine? Are you ready for the fact that I have fond memories of the person with whom I was drunk?"

Alan's jaw instantly hardened, his eyes flashed with an enormous anger. Jealousy was clearly evident in Alan's face at the moment.

"Just say it, I asked for it. So I'll be fine," he said quietly. He said every word with emphasis.

"It was with Jack ..."

Anne immediately shut her mouth tightly when she felt a piercing coldness emanate from Alan's body, who was staring at her without blinking.

"Continue," Alan said coldly.

Anne swallowed hard, trying to calm her heart which was racing so fast at the moment. Even though she was currently facing the same person, the person she loved, but Anne was aware that at the moment the man she loved was not the real him. That was why she felt a little scared, unlike when she faced Jack's anger before.

"I won't ask you twice, Anne," said Alan again, trying to remind Anne, who was suddenly silent and didn't continue her words.

"At that time, two years ago I was being brought home to Jack's house because I had a little problem and Jack helped me. But because at that time he had an urgent matter, he finally took me home to find a way out for me, and then I accidentally drank his liquor on the table. The maids who saw me at that time immediately took care of me and took me to the room in Jack's house."

Alan's teeth clashed and rattled, his rage was building up when Anne once again mentioned the name of the man he hated. It seemed that at this moment Alan wanted to go and find this man named Jack and kill him, because he had dared to bring Anne back to his house.

"What did that bastard do to you?"

"Nothing, Jack had always been polite to me."

Bang!

Alan pounded his fist on the table in front of him.

"That's impossible! No man can resist his desire when he is with a woman, Anne. Especially when the woman is as beautiful as you! I'm sure he had an evil plan by bringing you home, and one more thing, the liquor must be indeed prepared to set you up!" Alan said breathlessly. "Normal men must have lust, Anne, unless he had been castrated, then I'll believe that he had no ill intention towards you."

Anne was silent. Her eyes widened perfectly when she heard Alan's words. She didn't expect Alan to be so angry, angry with himself for what he had done two years ago. That was crazy!

"Answer me, Anne, say something!"

"Answer what? What are you asking me?" asked Anne in confusion.

Alan growled. "What has that bastard done to you?"

Anne took a deep breath. It seemed that she really had to have a lot of patience when dealing with her husband. She really wanted to hit her husband's head with the shoe that she was currently wearing to bring back her husband's memory, but she realized that she couldn't do that because it would be very risky. It turned out that her plan to string the pieces of their past together to remind Alan was not easy.

"Nothing, didn't I already answer that? Jack was very polite to me. He never took advantage of me. Never mind kissing me, he didn't even dare to touch me. He didn't even want to stare at me for more than two minutes," sighed Anne desperately.

"Damn! Kiss, touch. What bastard would dare to do that to mine!"

Alan suddenly got up from the chair and then pushed Anne back towards the bed. Anne, who was surprised, could only scream a little when Alan pushed her like that.

"Tell me, where is that person now, Anne? I want to pry out his eyes for daring to look at my woman! I will take out his dirty brain," said Alan coldly with shining eyes, staring at Anne who was below him.

"You want to gouge out his eyes? Why?" asked Anne in disbelief.

"Because I'm sure that bastard must have looked at you time and time again and plotted some sinister plan to you in his head," Alan replied confidently. "So tell me where this man is now?"

Anne pursed her lips. "Jack, he's been pronounced dead two years from drowning in the English Channel."

Alan was silent for a while until he finally pulled himself off Anne and burst out laughing.

"Good...! That bastard looks like he deserves to be eaten by some plankton, even though I really want to kill him with my own hands. Well, since that bastard is gone, from now on don't ever mention or remember him anymore, Anne. Just remember one thing, you are mine, I'm the only one you can remember."

Anne bit her lower lip, trying to hold herself back from telling Alan the truth that the man whose eyes he was going to pry out was himself.

"Give me more patience, God," said Anne in her heart when she saw Alan was still grinning.

To be continued