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.

fell against him. She was half-lying on his lap, and she looked up at

shadow, leaving only his tense jaw visible. He instructed the driver,

dumplings yet." Emelie was baffled as she pushed herself

the streetlights illuminating his face from time to

cook. There should be

"Even capitalists don't exploit their workers like this. Making me cook

capitalist," Wesley replied with a

most, so he felt entitled to be demanding. "I want to eat something

retort that won't do it. However, Wesley said, "Next quarter, I can increase the marketing budget for your

first time Emelie had seen him being this wilful. She wondered

William, and seeing them dance tonight

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

Wesley smiled.

the Pierce Residence, and they

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

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

fresh ingredients. She had arranged for it

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