His Domineering Lover
Chapter 806

Adam took out the cake carefully. The light green cake with hazelnuts looked very delicate.

Adam's eyes lit up when he saw the cake.

"It's beautiful. It must have taken you lots of time." Happiness spilled from his eyes.

"It's worth it as long as you like it."

Tracey was very glad that the energy and time she'd spent weren't in vain.

"I like it very much," Adam said with a broad smile, "But you do know it's not a birthday cake, don't you?" Adam teased her.

"Put some candles on it and it'll be," Tracey answered calmly.

Adam laughed, "So you prepared candles?"

"Yes."

"It's weird but considerate that you prepare candles for a pound cake," Adam said in good humor.

He hadn't taken his birthday seriously, but today he was glad that he celebrated it with Tracey.

"But I won't ruin the cake with candles," Adam said firmly.

He wanted to put the cake away as his most cherished collection.

"It's just a cake," Tracey said, trying to suppress her amusement.

"No candles," Adam insisted like a stubborn boy.

"Okay. At least make a wish, will you?" Tracey suggested.

"I can do that," Adam agreed in a surprisingly amenable way.

He clasped his hands and closed his eyes, his lips moving.

Tracey regarded his face intently. The warm light around them softened the lines of his face and rendered him unspeakably gentle.

Adam's wish was that Tracey would give birth smoothly and they could be together forever.

After making the wish, Adam picked up the plastic knife but his hand hung above the cake for a long time.

"Seriously? Let me do it." Tracey smiled and took over the knife.

She cut the cake into small slices and handed one to Adam. "See if you like its taste."

"Mmm." Adam took a big bite and looked satisfied.

"How's it?" Tracey asked nervously.

"Perfect. This is the best pound cake I've ever eaten." Adam lavished praise on her. "You should try it too," he said, handing his half-eaten slice to Tracey. Tracey took a bite without thinking. It was soft and sweet, and the pleasant bitter undertones lingered on her tongue for a long time.

She was amazed by how smoothly different flavors blended with each other.

The small crescent left on the cake by her teeth drew her attention and she flushed immediately.

"How rude of me. I'm sorry," she apologized.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Social distance became froth when it came to him. She was automatically drawn to him as a moth gravitated to the fire. "I'm not," Adam said playfully, "It's really delicious. Help yourself with more."

"Glad to. I skipped dinner. I'm famished now."

She grabbed a slice and started eating.

Adam looked at her dotingly and said, "Slow down. We got plenty here."

Tracey enjoyed his company very much.

Being with him was like basking in the sun, warm and relaxing.

Though it was a gift for Adam, Tracey consumed more than he did.

Watching her eating was Adam's new entertainment. Would the babies enjoy the cake too? They talked while eating the cake, and Tracey mentioned the latest movie named Monster. "It's a hit recently," Adam said, finding her preference for thrilling movies very perplexing.

He could in no way associate such a gentle and elegant woman with blood and violence. But he invited her to watch it anyway.

Tracey's eyes were shining. "Wonderful. My secretary keeps all thrillers from me, saying they will scare the babies."

Tracey hadn't watched a thriller for a long time.

Every time she started, Camilla would emerge like a ghost and change the movie to a comedy or cartoon. Tracey got irritated sometimes.

She didn't like the feeling of being constrained.

Looking into her glimmering eyes, Adam said, "Your baby will definitely be as lovely as you are."