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.

startled and fell against him. She was half-lying on his lap, and she

face in shadow, leaving

haven't ordered the dumplings yet." Emelie was baffled

her, the streetlights illuminating his face from time to

have the spaghetti you cook. There should be ingredients at home. Let's make food at home," he

the time. It was four in the morning. "Even capitalists don't exploit their workers like this. Making me cook at this hour? Why don't we just

I'm not just any capitalist,"

was wealthier than most, so he felt entitled to be demanding. "I want to eat something you

said, "Next quarter, I can increase the marketing

this wilful. She wondered if it had something to do with

William, and seeing them dance tonight might

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

Wesley smiled.

arrived at the Pierce Residence, and they both

by the car and adjusted his clothes. He glanced at the lively street vendors and narrowed his

straight for the kitchen. Wesley entered

the refrigerator, which was fully stocked with fresh ingredients. She had arranged for it to be filled before

asked, "Jodie, Marcel, are you hungry? I can make extra, and we