His Domineering Lover
Chapter 654

It was a rare occasion to see these tycoons from different countries and industries make dumplings together.

When Tracey came to check the process, Adam called her at once, "Tracey, I made these." The smile on Adam's face was like he had got a project worthy of billions.

Those sparkling eyes were pleading for praise. Looking at those dumplings of equal size, Tracey said, "Adam, is it your first time to make dumplings? Good job!" "I made it for you." Adam did not show Tracey those semi-finished dumplings in the trash can.

"Thank you, Adam." Tracey gave a kiss on Adam's face as a reward for his hard work.

Seeing what Adam got, Caesar called Rose immediately, "Rose, come to look. It is yours."

Caesar had more dumplings than Adam did. Shooting a glance at those ones, Rose commented, "Ugly."

Caesar was speechless.

'How come both women respond differently?' Caesar felt sullen. In fact, Rose felt flattered but didn't show her pleasure.

"Well, I'll get them to cook." Tracey changed the topic.

"Mine are for Rose, and please cook them separately." Caesar insisted.

Tracey was wordless.

It was said that women were fussy, so were men.

They ate, chatted, and ridiculed during lunch, and it was lively and noisy. The men were engaged in Mahjong after lunch.

Men could take Mahjong as a social engagement, and it was the first time for Tracey to see Adam play Mahjong.

Tracey concluded from her observation that all of them were shrewd.

The game went on reasonably and orderly, while the brain of every participant worked like a precise instrument.

They would memorize and calculate the mahjong tiles, so they adjusted their strategies from time to time, according to the tiles on the table. Exchanging a glance with Rose, Tracey felt bored, "Are you serious? It is only a game, and we are friends! Do you have to do this?"

These men were rich, so they didn't care about money.

Adam smiled, "Tracey, what matters most is the victory. None of these men feel like being defeated."

Tracey knew immediately that the male chauvinism stirred here.

"Tracey, let's go watch movies. It should be much more fun than here!" Rose suggested.

"That's exactly what I'm thinking." Tracey left with Rose hand in hand, like besties. Tracey had no confidence in the word bestie' after what Rachel did to her. There was a three-year friendship between Tracey and Isla, but Tracey just categorized Isla as a friend and colleague. Their conversation was all about work.

Rose seemed different from the very beginning. As a cousin of Adam, she was candid. What was more, she would bring up topics like new skincare products and the color of lipsticks. "Tracey, how do you like this new color? It isn't available in China yet. I will get you some from abroad if you like."

"Thanks, Rose. I have no time for shopping recently."

"Where did you get these manicures? These patterns are peculiar."

Women loved clothes and jewelry, and there would be no ending for those conversations about them.

"My works. I'm interested in design. Occasionally, I will design some patterns myself," Tracey was low-profile and didn't mention the DO thing to Rose.

Rose looked at Tracey with admiration, "You can do this? How lucky Adam is to replace you! Do you think the painting is difficult? Your right hand is beautiful and neat, so how do you make it?" "Actually, I can use chopsticks with either hand.

They are the same to me."

"When I was painting my nails, Adam was interested and painted two for me. Look, these are his works." Tracey spread her hand before Rose.

"Did he? How thoughtful he was! I don't like the patterns on my hand, so why don't you repaint them for me?" Rose took the opportunity.

"Okay, I go get tools now. Wait." Tracey rushed to the entertainment room with excitement.

Adam was excited to shout out his victory at the sight of Tracey, "Tracey, I won by own draw."

"Good to know." Tracey passed without a pause.

"What are you looking for?"

"Never mind, and focus on your game." Tracey took out a set of manicure tools, including nail polishes and a manicure knife.

When back to the living room, Tracey began her work. Both men and women enjoyed their times.

Looking at those peculiar patterns, Rose said, "Tracey, you are versatile. You will make a hit if you start your quest in the manicure industry."

"You flattered me. What I am interested in is design. Done." Tracey painted the last fingernail.

Rose dried her new fingernails paints. She loved the new patterns. And her hands were fair, so they looked good with any color.

Then, she showed off before Caesar, "Look, they are Tracey's works. Aren't they beautiful?"

Pleased by the initiative of Rose, Caesar gave a kiss on the back of her hands, "Very."

"Hello, we are not blind?" Lance protested.

"You will be if you talk on like this." Caesar looked at Lance coldly.

Lance was wordless.

"I win," Wilson said coldly and grabbed the tile Caesar just let go.

Steve laughed. "Look, show off and die quickly."

Rose retracted her hands quickly, and Caesar still looked happy, "I love to."

"I win too." Adam added another blow.

"Bro, you are doomed," Lance gloated.

"Shut up."

"Me again, hmph!"