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.

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

of streetlights cast half of Wesley's face in shadow, leaving only his tense jaw visible. He instructed the

ordered the dumplings yet." Emelie was baffled as she pushed herself up. "What are

streetlights illuminating his face from

spaghetti you cook. There should be ingredients at home. Let's make food at

four in the morning. "Even capitalists don't exploit their workers like

I'm not just any capitalist," Wesley replied with a

felt entitled to be

do it. However, Wesley said, "Next quarter,

seen him being this wilful. She wondered if it had something to do

two weeks with William, and seeing them dance tonight might have

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

Wesley smiled.

at the Pierce Residence, and they

his clothes. He glanced at the lively street vendors and

kitchen. Wesley entered

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

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