Twins Genius: Two CEOs

Dinners

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"It's beautiful, yes" murmured Francisco.

"Yes" answered Aphrodite, who was still looking at the Eiffel Tower before her.

They are both sitting on one of the benches there. Sitting while looking at the magnificent Eiffel Tower building which is now standing firmly in front of them when the building is very old.

Francisco suddenly turned his head to Aphrodite, leaning on her shirt, closing his eyes. Aphrodite was surprised, she turned her head spontaneously towards him.

"Just for a second. I'm tired" murmured Francisco who seemed to know that Aphrodite was about to make a sentence for him.

Aphrodite fell silent, giving Francisco permission to lay her head on her shoulders.

A few minutes passed, and Francisco's focus instantly switched to a clock that was coiled around his wrist. The clock was already showing at four in the afternoon, and they were still outside.

"It's late in the afternoon, let's go home" said Francisco, who then got up from his seat.

"All right, come on" said Aphrodite who then woke up. Francisco grabbed Aphrodite's hand and led her to the parking lot. He opened the door for Aphrodite. Next they went from there, back to the mansion to release the fatigue that was in him.

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Francisco drove his car into the gate of his mansion. He then stopped his car right in front of the stairs leading to the entrance. He got out of the car with Aphrodite.

"This," Francisco told Adrien, who had just arrived before him. In his hand he thrust the car keys at Adrien.

Adrien. He then approached the car and put the car into the garage.

Francisco and Aphrodite stepped towards the mansion, walking in through the front door. Inside, they met Bertha, who was cleaning her house.

"Young master, miss, you've come home apparently," said Bertha as soon as the two got there.

"Yes, as you can see. Where are you from, by the way?" Francisco ended the question in his sentence. Aphrodite smiled at Bertha as a greeting.

"I have just finished cleaning all the clothes of the master and the lady from the suitcase into the closet according to the orders of the master. I'm sorry I just did it because I had to do something else."

"It's okay, and thank you."

"L-lho, did you take care of all our clothes?" Aphrodite stared at him. Francisco didn't talk about this with him first.

"Truly miss."

"But it shouldn't be necessary, I can do it anyway."

"It's okay, after all, it has become a duty in this house," Bertha said with a smile.

"French." Aphrodite glanced at the man who was her husband.

"It's okay, after all Bertha will be very happy to be able to help us," said Francisco.

"Ah, still not good. After all, Bertha is older than us, we should respect her."

"But this is his duty. If you don't want to be helped by her, it'll make Bertha sad."

"But-but…"

"Here you go, don't argue this. Bertha doesn't mind either, does she? And it's all done, too. Now we better get changed after we get some rest, you're gonna be tired, right?"

"But-but…"

"Okay sir" said Bertha. He then moved away from there. Stepping towards the kitchen to prepare his team to quickly cook dinner dishes for Francisco and Aphrodite while the newlyweds cleaned his body and changed clothes.

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Time passed, and night came. Aphrodite was sitting at the dinner table with Francisco. Enjoy their dinner time accompanied by a dish that has been made by Bertha and her team.

"The food you're making is really delicious, can you teach me how to cook sometime?" Aphrodite asked as she turned her gaze to Bertha and her team who were currently standing there.

"Of course, miss, we will help teach you to cook as long as it is with the permission of the master." Bertha turned to Francisco. The man smiled hearing that, Bertha was an understanding figure to him.

Aphrodite glanced at the man who was now sitting before her.

"Why should I ask permission? Besides, if I could cook it for us to eat, too" said Aphrodite, frowning in confusion.

"Without my permission I dare not" Bertha replied.

"French." Aphrodite looked at. Francisco looked up at Aphrodite. "Maybe?" Aphrodite.

"No. I won't allow it."

"uh? Why?"

"I just don't want you to get hurt. Especially in the kitchen later you have to deal with knives, fire, gas. I don't want you to do anything, that's all."

"But if I can't cook what will we eat? Eat wind?"

"Easy, we just need to find a housekeeper. Don't you?"

"That's waste. After all, finding an easy to trust and honest domestic assistant is very difficult. And it'll take a very long time to find it."

"While looking for a housekeeper, we can eat out every meal, what's the trouble?"

"Oh, Frans let alone that. It's a waste of money, now that we eat out three times a day, not to mention we have to commute by car. It's a waste of time too. After all, don't you love your money?"

"Why? Besides, I have a lot of money, you don't have to worry. It will even be enough for later until we become the great-grandchildren of our grandchildren."

"French!"

"Ah, fine you can learn to cook," the final. Francisco relented, he could not say no to Aphrodite. Even if he could, Aphrodite would have been better at changing the man's mind.

Aphrodite gave a smile, and she turned to Bertha.

"Then how about starting tomorrow you teach me how to cook?" Ask Aphrodite.

"Well miss." Bertha smiled.

"Here you go, now you better focus on eating first" Francisco said.

"Yes, oh by the way thank you for letting me learn to cook with Bertha."

"I can't say no to you, baby" Francisco said, smiling at him. Aphrodite was stunned, it felt strange when Francisco called her that. Although back then when the man was so passionate about himself—oh no! Erratum! At this time also Francisco did judge Aphrodite, only now her attitude can be said a little better than before that was so aggressive.

Aphrodite was silent, she only smiled faintly in response and then returned to the busies with food in front of her. Eat everything until it's gone.

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