His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 993: You’re all here, not shabby_1

Chapter 993: Chapter 993: You’re all here, not shabby_1

Chapter 993

"I guess they saw us and felt embarrassed."

Cherry Foster’s face flushed, she punched him lightly, and lowered her head without saying a word.

Anders Spence hugged her and laughed, "After graduating from high school, let’s get engaged, and we’ll get our marriage license when we graduate from college."

"I don’t want to, who said I would marry you."

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Chloe Collins left the Feng Mansion and walked towards the gate of the residential complex, crossing the street to enter a private restaurant.

After reporting her room number, the waiter led her upstairs.

As the door was pushed open, she could smell the fragrance of the food.

A man stood by the table, clad in British style. Despite his casual appearance, he exuded a sense of true unbounded freedom. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and both his hands were holding something. Apparently, he had been busy preparing something before she entered. As she entered, he turned his head to look at her, wearing a deeply warm and handsome smile.

"You’re here."

A bunch of "flowers" was placed in the middle of the table, with a small placard on it: ’Wishing Little Eleven a triumphant return from the competition❤’.

This bunch of "flowers", exuding a hot aroma, mainly consisted of a variety of meat skewers.

Her hands in her pockets, she looked at the man in front of her and laughed silently, "Playing this game again?"

"The last time we played was five years ago." Milton White took out the "flowers" and gave them to her, "My little Eleven, you have to take this test seriously."

Chloe Collins raised an eyebrow, took it, and sniffed, "Why didn’t you put chili?"

"You’re about to get on a plane tomorrow. What to do if you get a stomach ache? You’re not allowed to eat it."

Even as he was speaking, he put out a small cake, on which a candle had been placed. The number was 26.

Chloe Collins frowned, "This small? Your 26th birthday is too frugal."

"As long as you’re here, it’s not frugal." He pulled out a chair.

Chloe Collins put down the skewer bouquet, then sat down, glanced around and asked, "Just us?"

"Who else would you like?"

"I prefer a lively atmosphere." She replied.

Milton White grinned, "Forget it, I celebrate a few days early because I don’t want a big fuss. Every time at home, the celebration is huge, and a lot of people come, but none of them are people I really want to see. So this year, I took the initiative to seek for myself."

He spoke lightly, like he was joking.

Chloe Collins shrugged slightly, took out a small box from her pocket, and handed it to him, "Happy Birthday, Senior."

Milton White took it and opened it in front of her.

The next second, he raised his eyebrows, visibly surprised, "You’re actually willing to give it to me?"

He knew that Chloe Collins had a treasure chest, a Little Black Box, filled with perfumes. They were all her proudest creations.

Non-mass-produced, not for sale, only for viewing or giving away.

"It suits you." she remarked.

Milton White opened the lid and sprayed a little, "This perfume, is it exclusive to me?"

Chloe Collins: "Everything taken out from that box of mine is one of a kind."

Milton White kissed the bottle, "Then, I am truly honored."

Chloe Collins’s lips curved slightly, "Make a wish. We’re about to blow out the candle."

"Aren’t we missing a step? No birthday song was sung." He sat down across her.

Chloe Collins turned on the music, and it was the birthday song.

Milton White clicked to close it.

"Eleven, sing one for me, let me hear."

His eyes were very gentle.

Chloe Collins’s expression was quite indifferent, "You know that I can’t sing."

"I know, but I still want to hear you sing." He smiled slowly, "It’s my birthday wish."

After a few seconds of eye contact, Chloe Collins turned the player on again anyway.