Chapter 9 The Wedding Night

Queenie felt her cheeks burning when she saw Benoit, wishing she could dig a hole and get in!
Benoit chuckled. Seeing she was about to bite her lips to bleed, he couldn't bear to urge her. "Well, I won't joke with you anymore. It would help if you took a shower quickly. I did it in the guest room just now."
Queenie nodded, quickly opened the cabinet, took her pajamas, and ran into the bathroom.
After she closed the bathroom door, Benoit's face darkened.
He just went to the study room to deal with work and showered afterward. Hence, he ignored Queenie.
He thought she had quietly prepared lessons, but he didn't expect she seemed to argue with someone.
Seeing her scarlet eyes, he wished he could pull out the person on the other end of the phone and peel his skin!
Benoit tapped his phone on the bed and found it turned off. Hence, he didn't turn it on again.
He was in no rush to find out this person.
There was always a chance!
What was more important was to have a good wedding night with Queenie.
Benoit dialed a number to arrange it.
When Queenie dried her hair and came out, she realized that the bedroom had significantly changed!
Some rose petals were scattered on the ground, and heart-shaped imitation candle lights were placed.
A bottle of red wine and two wine glasses were on the table.
Benoit waited for her in dark gray silk pajamas, holding a bouquet of red roses.
Seeing her coming out, Benoit pushed the wheelchair over with one hand and held the rose in the hands of Queenie, who was stunned.
"Queenie, happy wedding night."
Queenie's heart softened. The joy of receiving flowers diluted her sadness brought by Jeremy.
After all, she was also an ordinary girl and would be happy when she received roses.
Moreover, it was the first time she had received flowers.
In the past, Pollard was not very good at doing this.
Sometimes it coincided with festivals, and they went shopping. A little girl grabbed Pollard by the corner of his clothes and asked him to buy flowers for his girlfriend. But Pollard said Queenie lived a frugal life and didn't like spending money on such a thing.
Therefore, Queenie never received any flowers.
Queenie did not expect to receive the first bouquet of roses from Benoit, Pollard's uncle.
Queenie smiled and thanked him. "Thank you for sending me roses. Happy wedding."
Benoit smiled, took Queenie's hand to the small table in the corner of the room, and motioned her to sit down.
This small table was placed by the window, with a soft sofa. They could see the scenery of the river. It was romantic.
However, Benoit didn't sit on the sofa but in his wheelchair.
He opened the red wine and asked in a gentle voice, "Do you want some?"
Queenie shook her head subconsciously. "I don't drink."
She had been obedient since childhood, and she had never drunk wine.
"You are at home, it's OK to drink some wine. But you shouldn’t drink at anywhere else if you can’t drink too much wine."
Benoit said while pouring wine.
"This wine is rare. It has been kept until now from the year you were born. And the taste is sweet and will not be bitter."
Queenie thought they got married and did everything a couple would do. And they were at home, so there was nothing to fear.
"Okay, I'll drink a little." Queenie grabbed the red wine glass, took a sip, and her eyes lit up. "It tastes sweet."
The corners of Benoit's mouth curled up in joy. He raised his glass and lightly touched Queenie's, making a clear and pleasant sound.
"Darling, happy wedding."
"Happy wedding!" Queenie took another sip, feeling very happy. She asked, "Is this wine expensive? I heard that the longer the wine is, the more expensive it will be."
A look of unnaturalness flashed across Benoit's face.
Of course, the wine was expensive.
When he saw this bottle of wine that happened to be kept from the year of her birth at the auction, he was crazy and finally got it, thinking one day he could sit with her and taste it.
Hence, no matter how others raised the price, he raised 14 thousand dollars every time, looking determined to win.
Ultimately, he got the wine for 728 thousand dollars.
But he was not happy. He insisted on giving the seller 777,777 dollars to gain good luck.
But it was worth it to use this wine on the wedding night.
Not hearing Benoit's answer, Queenie thought she had said something wrong and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Benoit smiled and nodded. "It's expensive. It's a congratulatory gift from my friend."
As he said, Benoit took two gifts from the side and put them in Queenie's hands. "They are gifts from my good friends. I give them to you."
Queenie held the gifts. Looking at them, she estimated these gifts were expensive and quickly declined. "No, your friends gave them to you. You should keep them."
"They are for you. I should hand over these gifts to you, honey," Benoit said warmly.
Queenie felt moved inexplicably.
She received gifts from relatives when she was a child. But her mother took them every time to keep them for her. She didn't have the time to watch them!
She believed it at first.
Later, she accidentally saw her mother take these gifts from her and give them to her younger sister Monica.
At that time, Monica had been young and not as thoughtless and rude as she was now. She asked her mother shyly, "Is this good for Queenie? If you give them to me, Queenie will get nothing."
But her mother gave these gifts to her again. "You are good to our family. All the good things in our family belong to you. Queenie is a stormy petrel. She doesn't deserve these gifts!"
After repeating these words for years, Monica changed over time.
Holding his two gifts, Queenie sincerely said, "Thank you. It is the first time I get gifts."
Glancing at the roses, Queenie said again, "The same goes for flowers."
Benoit was slightly stunned.
Seeing her red eyes when Queenie mentioned these gifts, he remembered her malicious family members!
How dare they do this to her!
But when he heard the roses, he was a little annoyed again. And his voice was a little higher unconsciously.
"Pollard never gave it to you?"
Queenie lowered her head in embarrassment and shook her head.
Benoit realized it later and apologized repeatedly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't mention him. I'm a little angry."
As he spoke, he reached out and clasped the back of Queenie's head, pulled her closer to his wheelchair, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He was full of love and made a solemn promise.
"You are with me. You will live a happy life."
As he said, Benoit didn't want Queenie to be embarrassed. Hence, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Just now, I heard you were arguing with someone on the phone. What happened?"
Queenie said lightly, "It's a family matter."
After speaking, Queenie glanced at Benoit and said tentatively, "I argued with Jeremy just now. I was so angry. I said he was not my brother anymore. Do you think I..."
Before she finished speaking, Benoit interrupted. "No."
He thought he should investigate Jeremy. He gently rubbed her head and comforted her.
"If even you are so angry that you say such things, it means Jeremy must do something terrible.
"Sometimes relatives are not friendly to us, like Lilith. She is not kind to me. She is not as good as my two friends, who have no blood relationship with me and give me wedding gifts.
"Sometimes, we cannot control our relationship with others. Even if they are our relatives, we should be far away from them if they are not kind to us. Don't force yourself to get along well with them."
Queenie stared at Benoit with wide eyes. Her eyes were slightly red.
She didn't expect him to say such comforting words!
In the past, she had discussed similar topics with Pollard.
But Pollard's answer was she should forgive her relatives!
Pollard believed a family should be united, and she should communicate with her family members.
Hearing these words every time, she dared not speak anymore.
Benoit rubbed Queenie's head again. "Did I say anything wrong?"
Queenie shook her head.
Benoit smiled and continued, "Queenie, I am your husband now. If you encounter anything, remember to find me. Although I am a useless person, I still have some powerful friends. If I do not do well, you can remind me."
Queenie felt moved that she almost shed tears. She wiped the tears and asked, "Why are you so kind to me?"
He was so kind to her. But they just got married.
"Because you are my wife. If I'm not kind to you, who else should I be nice to?"
Benoit raised his wine glass, walked around Queenie's hand, and chuckled softly.
"Queenie, let's drink this cup of wine. Wish us a happy wedding night!"
Benoit especially emphasized the pronunciation of "night."