Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 909 Special Edition: Wesley's Day Off

At 5:30 am in Mercianna, with the sky still dark, Wesley was already in his athletic gear and jogging through the streets. He had always been consistent in his exercise routine.

Aside from a year following the car accident, when he had to pause his vigorous activities due to health issues, he kept up with his winter sports and summer morning runs.

After he gifted the Denning Residence, where he had lived for over a decade, to Emelie as part of her dowry, he moved into a spacious apartment near Golden Square.

The area was known for its affluence where it boasted excellent facilities, abundant greenery, and a great view. It was perfect for running.

After he completed several laps, he veered into a narrow alley and headed to a nearby restaurant for breakfast. Although it was only 7 am, the few tables that the restaurant had were already occupied.

Wesley had his usual spot and walked straight to it. He signaled the waiter, who nodded politely but did not come over and take his order. This was because he knew Wesley would request his usual dishes.

The restaurant was small with only six tables. It was run by a Cedonian man in his sixties who was both the owner and chef.

He had earned a reputation for his Cedonian cuisine in Faldoria. He had previously worked in Michelin- starred restaurants before opening this modest place. His restaurant only served breakfast, and only to a select group of regulars.

Wesley savored a cup of tea

Though the restaurant was small, it exuded elegance. The mahogany tables and chairs were crafted using traditional joinery. There was a three-dimensional window grill depicting mountains and water, and a courtyard filled with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.

morning, which mirror should I use? To style my hair, which scent do I use? To put makeup on my face, which powder should I use? To put on

a line, creating a harmonious atmosphere reminiscent of a traditional

I put the scent of osmanthus in my hair, fair powder on my

the

sixties, dressed in traditional Cedonian attire. She sat on the stage, playing the guitar and singing. She had

returned home, took a shower

the group's headquarters. By 9 am,

trivial thoughts, and even if such thoughts

had a lunch meeting with the mayor in an hour to discuss investments for the second half of the

out of money again?' Wesley

secretary smiled wryly. It was indeed the case. Whenever the government needed funds, they tended

to his office,

registered individuals from three feet away and opened if they were

through some documents. 50 minutes later, the secretary reminded

asked the secretary, "What's on the

subsidiary will be coming to report work to you around 3:30 pm. I've scheduled a meeting for that," the

"Okay," Wesley said absent-mindedly.

ports, adding a