His Domineering Lover
Chapter 809

Rose rolled her eyes at Adam.

Thinking of how he and Rose started, Caesar felt a little guilty.

"Rose, let me pursue you all over again and say all these gooey things to you."

"Get lost." Rose's face twisted.

Wilson, on the other hand, didn't care about Adam's romantic story at all. All his attention was on Chelsea.

He was not a talkative guy but he talked a lot with Chelsea.

"This is too spicy. You might have a stomachache," he said with furrowed brows.

"Just one bite, please," Chelsea said imploringly.

"Alright, just one bite." Wilson simply couldn't refuse her.

"You're the best." Chelsea burrowed her face into his chest.

Beside them, Steve gave them a sidelong glance and said cynically, "Tsk, stop being lovey-dovey."

As the only single man here, he felt like a misfit.

He used to hang out a lot with Wilson but now he got all kinds of excuses to turn him down.

"Bar? No, Chelsea doesn't like to smell alcohol on me.

"It's too late. I can't leave Chelsea alone at home."

"Maldives tomorrow? No, I've already made a plan to take Chelsea to Thailand."

"Your birthday? What about coming to my house? I'll have Chelsea prepare some food for us."

Wilson treated Chelsea like she was a fragile porcelain doll.

Though Steve had sniped at Wilson sometimes, he understood him. Both Wilson and Adam had suffered too much in love.

They's learned to cherish every moment to their cost.

With his head lowered down, Steve sipped at his wine, looking lonely surrounded by love birds.

"How do you like Isla? She's a good girl ad likes you so much. You should date her," said Wilson.

Steve gave his old friend a scornful glance.

"That's not how it works. Would you date any girl who has an eye on you?"

"Of course not, I have Chelsea. She's enough." Wilson pecked Chelsea on her cheek.

"Eww." Steve was repeatedly amazed by how unabashed Wilson could be when he was in love.

He used to be such an introvert man.

"In short, don't worry about me and Tracey. We'll work things out," Adam said.

"By the way, Adam, what are you going to do with that Rocco? He almost hurt Tracey last time."

"Now that they are in the same company, I'm afraid he will pick on her. You need to do something," Rose said seriously.

"I already have."

"So quickly?"

"You'll find out." Adam smiled mysteriously.

Back in the mansion, many guests took this party as an opportunity for socializing.

Rocco was here too.

But he was here for Rebecca.

He dressed himself up carefully so he could impress Rebecca as an eligible bachelor.

When he heard what Tracey had prepared as the gift, he snorted contemptuously. Tracey was too starry-eyed in his mind.

After putting down his gift, his eyes swept across the hall, seeking the lady he was here for.

Then a flash of blue in the garden caught his eyes.

It was a woman in a full-length gown made from ombre sequin fabric.

She gleamed and glistened in the dark night.

It was like she was wearing the galaxy on her body.

Rocco recognized her as Rebecca, but obviously the photo on her profile undersold her beauty.

She was attention-grabbing with luminous skin, a tall figure, and exquisite features.

Her eyes were as clear and blue as the summer sky. She was simply divine.

Rocco was taken aback by her beauty.

"Miss, may I ask what are you doing in here?" Rocco walked over to the woman crouching over the bush. "Shh, my little hamster climbed into the bush. I'm waiting for it to come out." She gestured for him to be quiet. Rebecca had a surprisingly inoffensive face.

He had met so many female elites in business, most of whom had a domineering aura.

He hadn't expected the vice president of such a big company to be so cute and girlish.

At least it was Rocco's first impression of her.

"Hamster? Where?" Rocco bent down.

"Lower your body so you can see it." Rebecca grabbed Rocco's hand and yanked him down.