Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 729 The Pierce Residence

Emelie was both amused and exasperated. Wesley's childish behavior had left her speechless.

She said, "Really, Mr. Cronus, how old are you?"

Wesley smiled and playfully tugged at her clothes. He said softly, "Alright, stop overthinking it. It's late. Let's go home."

The two of them got into the car and headed toward the Pierce Residence.

The house was located in a typical residential neighborhood, far from the affluent areas. Several food stalls were still open along the street, and business was surprisingly good.

When they passed a dumpling stall, Emelie asked the driver to stop.

"Hungry?" Wesley asked.

"A little, but mostly because the dumplings here are delicious and I want you to try it," Emelie replied. " The owner told me that he's been running this stall for thirty years, rain or shine. All the locals love their food. I wonder if my parents and brother might have eaten here too."

She was simply sharing a story and her enthusiasm for the food, so she failed to notice the change in Wesley's expression. He no longer looked indifferent.

Emelie leaned out of the car window, ready to order two bowls of dumplings. However, before she could speak, Wesley grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the car.

She was half-lying on his lap,

streetlights cast half of Wesley's face in shadow,

was baffled as she pushed

her, the streetlights illuminating his face from time

have the spaghetti you cook. There should be ingredients at home. Let's

exclaimed, checking the time. It was four in the morning. "Even capitalists don't exploit their workers like this. Making

just any capitalist," Wesley replied with

most, so he felt entitled to be

straightened up, ready to retort that won't do it. However, Wesley said, "Next quarter, I can increase the marketing budget for your project by

first time Emelie had seen him being this

William, and seeing them dance tonight might have

and conceded, "Fine, fine, Mr. Capitalist. I'll cook for

Wesley smiled.

arrived at the Pierce Residence, and they both got

adjusted his clothes. He glanced at

headed straight for the kitchen. Wesley entered a few minutes later after giving instructions

ignored him and opened the refrigerator, which was fully stocked with fresh ingredients. She had arranged

grabbed some spaghetti, vegetables, and meatballs, and casually asked, "Jodie, Marcel, are you hungry? I can make extra, and we can have a meal