His Domineering Lover
Chapter 652

There came Caesar, Lance, and Rose. When Adam opened the door, the magnified face of Lane zoomed large before Adam.

"Dang dang dang... Surprise." Lance was holding a big cake in his hands.

Adam frowned. "Are you insane? It is the Spring Festival! What is this cake for?"

"Creative! This is a special cake I reserve to surprise you all!"

Looking at whimsical Lance, Adam cast a doubt on the relationship between Caesar and Lance. They were at opposite poles in personality, so how come they were brothers raised by the same family? Caesar looked like a grim creditor with that cold face. He handed over the box in his hands to Adam.

"Happy holidays!"

Adam felt that Caesar was visiting the grave rather than come to celebrate the festival.

It seemed these two men belonged to different worlds from Adam's.

"Thanks. Come in." Adam took over the gifts.

Rose looked down-hearted. Adam shot a glance between her and Caesar, sensing that something was wrong.

"It's cold. Come in." Adam didn't ask, as it was inappropriate for a third person to get involved in the love thing between a couple.

When in the house, Lance checked around, "So, it is your sweet home. A small one, unlike your style."

This seaside villa seldom had visitors, and Steve was the first and the only one before this festival.

Adam lived in his own big villa before Tracey came back home. That villa was five times bigger than this one and equipped with a game area with a swimming pool and a tennis court included. He moved to this neighborhood to woo Tracey. Later, he moved in with Tracey.

Adam enjoyed his life with Tracey without caring about the size of this villa.

"You are shouting to the sky that you're single." Adam said bluntly, "You will never care about this small thing after you have a girlfriend."

"Hmph, great love?" Lively and cute, Lance was fascinated by medicine and couldn't spare time in a relationship.

"Don't worry. There's another single man. You can mess up with him. He's in the kitchen." Adam blackened Steve without hesitation.

If without the job at hand, Steve didn't mind starting a fight with the spatula at hand.

It became noisy in this villa with people around. Lance went to say hi to Tracey in the kitchen.

"Thanks for the treating, Sister-in-law. Who is he?" Lance saw a stranger.

"He is Steve, from the US. He is my helper now." Tracey made a brief introduction.

"Steve being steered?"

"Do you believe that I can complete the killing with this spatula?" Steve waved the one in his hand.

"Come on, you two. Adam, why not take the guest to the living room? It doesn't smell good here." Tracey thought both Steve and Lance were funny.

"Okay." Adam was submissive. "Lance, leave them alone, and there are some fruits for you."

Rose came over after Lance left. She stood at the door, "Yo, a good housewife?"

"Rose, welcome."

"Do you need help? You seem quite busy."

What Adam just did crossed Tracey's mind. She was afraid that the incapacity of cooking was imprinted in the gene of the Xiao family, so she shook her head, "No, thanks. I have Steve here." Actually, Tracey made a mistake. Rose cooked and was good at cooking; otherwise, how come Caesar fell for her?

"Well, let me help, or I doubt if we can have lunch." Rose wore an apron and started. Her neat and skillful cutting technique surprised Tracey.

"Rose, you cook, how come?" Tracey thought that her own cooking skills were at the middle level, at most.

She could cook some homemade dishes, not bad, but that was all.

Rose was skillful. What a pleasant surprise!

Rose smiled at the foolish look of Tracey, "I was a poor kid. And cooking was not a big deal when you had problems with food and clothing." Adam didn't talk much about Rose, and Tracey sensed that there was a sad story behind Rose.

And Tracey was smart enough not to get to the root of the matter.

The doorbell rang again, and Wilson was here. He looked bad, so it was obvious that Chelsea was still missing.

"Steve, Rose helps here, and the food is almost ready. Why don't you take a break?"

Tracey was right, so Steve left the kitchen.

In the living room, Steve saw Wilson in displeasure and Caesar in isolation.

Lance was lounging around.

Adam sat between Caesar and Wilson coldly. Adam could have chosen to be an ice cube in this case if he was a visitor too. "Any news about Chelsea?" Steve asked.

"No. No sight of her after that day. I pin my hope on this Festival." Wilson thought that Chelsea would show up from time to time. "Take it easy. It is not the right time yet, and I believe you will replace her eventually." Steve soothed Wilson.

"I hope so." Wilson was not discouraged. He was willing to wait for Chelsea with his lifetime, as long as Chelsea would appear. Steve started a topic. As elites from different industries, they shared lots of commons.

From stocks to business management, they shared some similar opinions.

"A good chat? Could you please do me a favor?" Tracey came with a basin. "What's it?" Adam was eager to help.