Chapter 792 I'm Not Your Wife

Emelie mocked William, 'You're acting as if you wouldn't still follow me if I refuse."

If she refused, he would just follow her covertly instead of overtly.

William smiled lightly. "So, you're agreeing then?'

Emelie had already turned to leave. "Let's see if there's a flower shop selling lilies on the way."

William watched her proud demeanor and thought to himself that the weather was just perfect. "Sure," he said.

William hadn't brought his assistant or driver, he was driving himself.

Emelie treated him like a chauffeur. Instead of getting into the front seat, she went straight to the back.

William smiled, closed the door, and got into the car.

As the car started, Emelie rolled down the window to get some fresh air and glanced behind through the side mirror. Whatever she saw made her smile fade, and her lips forming a cold line.

"You and Wesley-William started to say.

cut him off immediately.

"Then can I always

like the Cloudex Corporation is really going bankrupt, seeing as its president is moonlighting as a

practically immune to all

turned on the car's sound system, letting the gentle piano music fill the space, helping her rest more

seatbelt as he said, "If you're tired, keep resting. I'll go in and

respond, so William

bucket of hydrangeas on the shelf. The

these too,"

reserved by a couple for their wedding tonight. There's none left. How about some

the most, and she's mad at me right now. I want to buy one to make it up to

most people to resist such a tall, refined,

immediately relented. "Well, let me ask them if they're willing to

William nodded. "Thank you."

so the owner stepped outside to

for your wedding have arrived, but there's a gentleman

currently in a fight. He wants to buy one to

bride-to-be was naturally happy to help, especially seeing how much the man cared for his wife. "Of course! Give him one, free of

of the gentleman, thank you so much!" The shop owner ended the call

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