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.

was half-lying on his lap, and she looked

lack of streetlights cast half of Wesley's face in shadow, leaving only his tense

yet." Emelie was baffled as she

down at her, the streetlights illuminating his

cook. There should be

"Even capitalists don't exploit their workers like this. Making me cook at this hour? Why don't we just get dumplings

not just any capitalist," Wesley

entitled to be demanding. "I want to eat something you

that won't do it. However, Wesley said,

him being this wilful. She wondered if it had something

anxious when she spent two weeks with William, and seeing them dance tonight might have

"Fine, fine, Mr. Capitalist. I'll cook

Wesley smiled.

car arrived at the Pierce Residence, and they

and adjusted his clothes. He glanced at the lively

inside, Emelie headed straight for the kitchen. Wesley entered a few minutes later

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

some spaghetti, vegetables, and meatballs, and casually asked, "Jodie, Marcel, are you hungry? I can