Chapter 7

What exactly does he mean?

As if he had hinted at something, his gaze rested carelessly on her crimson lips. Of course, blowing a k!ss was the finest method for a lady to express gratitude to a man.

Elena's pulse skipped a beat, and her snow-white earlobes were already crimson. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

She turned her head to gaze out the window after speaking and ignored him.

Holden considered her avoidance strategy; she was bright, nimble, independent, and self-reliant, and she was hesitant to trust his sincerity readily, but the 19-year-old girl was truly a blank sheet of paper in the affair, and she couldn't stand a little teasing from a guy.

The luxury automobile came to a halt as the red light came on, and Elena laid on the window, looking out at Darenvil's most famous cake shop.

"Would you want some cake?" Her ears ringing with Holden's deep, smooth voice.

Elena's sparkling eyes twinkled with nostalgia as she said, "My mother used to take me there to purchase cakes."

"If you want to eat, purchase it," Holden said as he twisted the driving wheel and came to a halt on the side of the road.

This cake store has a long history in Darenvil, and it is especially well-known among celebrities and their daughters. Every day, it is sold in limited numbers.

Elena has loved cakes since she was a youngster, and her mother would frequently bring her here to shop for them. It was one of the most memorable occasions in my life.

Elena has not been here for the past 10 years, not even for a single day.

Her eyes are a little red, but she doesn't want the man next to her to notice, so she closes her eyes. "Um... you wait for me first, and I'll go to the restroom," she says.

She walked to the bathroom to wash her face.

Holden studied the girl's lovely shadow as it vanished. He had just seen her weeping. She had never grown up and was still a small kid.

With lengthy legs, he entered the cake store.

Yoselin and her girlfriend Zheneria are also at this cake store by chance.

“Yoselin, just now you claimed Elena befriended a man, is that real or not?” Zheneria drew Yoselin aside.

"Of course that's true," Yoselin scoffed, "I saw it with my own eyes, that tiny white face drove Elena home."

"Her stature is now quite valuable. Elena had recently returned from a trip to the countryside. "How did she come up with all much cash?"

"That dude is a womanizer," Yoselin remarked. This womanizer is obscenely wealthy. A night is worth a thousand bucks, just as those magnificent, attractive, well-built, and first-rate in bed..."

"Manager, bring me a cake," said a deep, seductive voice in the ear at this very time.

This voice is far too pleasant to hear.

Both Yoselin and Zheneria's eyes were drawn to Holden, and they recognized him right away.

Holden Lu was now standing tall and straight beside the counter, dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, with long and slender legs and a supermodel figure. People "swipe" brightly just by standing here.

Oh, my goodness, this dude is very attractive.

"Yoselin, is this man not the finest illustration of everything we just discussed?" Zheneria said gently, pulling Yoselin's sleeve.

Beautiful, with a good body, first-rate, and wealthy!

Yoselin had never seen a man so attractive. Being the wife of such a guy is said to be a combination of power, riches, and identity. Holden's austere elegance makes him the most attractive man among men dressed in white shirts and black pants; none of them can match him.

Yoselin was taken aback.

"Yoselin, do you believe the tiny white face that Elena reared is like this man?" Zheneria murmured again.

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Yoselin locked his gaze on Zheneria. "The tiny white face Elena raised is the lowest level, unattractive and obese, for a poor turtle like Elena. I'll call her the boss if she can afford this Supreme!”

Elena's tiny white face would never convince Yoselin that she was on par with this magnificent man.

"Excuse me, sir, the final cake has been purchased by those two ladies," the shop manager apologized. The cake for today has been sold out; however, you can purchase it early the next day."

Yoselin had purchased the final cake.

“Sir, do you... do you want to purchase cake?” the nominated Yoselin said, her pulse racing as she came forward, enthusiastically and shyly staring at Holden. This cake is yours to keep. “Here you are, but... may we first add you to W******p?”

Yoselin had already fallen in love with this man and was eager to pursue him.

She's in good shape, young and attractive, and there are a lot of males pursuing her, so it's odd that she was so frightened when she made the initiative to talk to this man.

Holden didn't even look at Yoselin, which was a complete surprise to Yoselin. He didn't give it a second thought. "Then ask the master to work overtime for me," he said, pulling out his black gold card and handing it to the store manager. One.”

Holden's black gold card, which had a golden "Lu" written on the surface, caught the store manager's attention right away.

In Darenvil, no one has heard of the surname Lu.

The shopkeeper figured out who the man in front of him very immediately. The enormous man who covered the sky with one hand and transformed the clouds into rain came down to a tiny cake store, and the cold perspiration on his forehead was all down.

"First...sir, please wait a minute while I have the master create you a unique one."

In the rear kitchen, the manager dashed.

Why would the shop manager customize a cake for this man? Yoselin and Zheneria looked a bit perplexed.

They've all gotten into a good rhythm.

This cake business gets VVIP treatment.

Holden sat in the waiting room and read a business newspaper.

Yoselin was entirely forgotten about. It was too humiliating for her. Her suspender skirt was purposely stretched out, revealing a sensuous curve.

"Oh, my God, I'm dizzy." Yoselin pretended to be faint before collapsing in Holden's arms.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself falling into a man's arms.

However, she plummeted to the ground with a thud the next second.

Holden had managed to dodge this phony girl, and she had licked the dust.

"Yoselin, why are you giving me such a large gift?" said a clear and lovely voice from the top of his head.

Yoselin surprisingly noticed Elena as she lifted her eyes.

Elena walked in, her sparkling eyes gleaming at her filthy state, and she blinked at her with a teasing expression.

Yoselin's entire body ached, and she jumped to her feet, embarrassed. "Elena, why are you here?" she said.

Yoselin had a fantastic expression on his face. Elena couldn't possibly be in the cake shop. Mr. Wang had already entered the room when she departed.

What went wrong?

"How come it's been so long?" Holden said as he came closer and extended out his arms to wrap around Elena's slim waist.

Her waist was just wide enough for him to keep him in place.

Elena and this man? Yoselin and Zheneria took a breath.

“Who is he, Elena?” Yoselin inquired hurriedly.

"Didn't you say he's my tiny white face?" Elena said, her lips twisted.