Chapter 362 Who Is More Important, Me or the Cake?
On his way home from work in the evening, Finnley passed by a cake shop and remembered that Sophia loved eating cake, so he told Chase to pull over.
He walked into the cake shop and asked the front desk, "Do you still have strawberry cake?"
"Sorry, sir, today's strawberry cakes are all sold out. Would you like to try the mango cake? Or tiramisu?"
Finnley shook his head in disappointment and pulled out a card from his wallet. "I'll pay extra. Can you make one fresh?"
The front desk clerk was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to be so insistent. "Please wait a moment, I'll go ask in the back."
She was only responsible for taking payments—making cakes was the job of the professional bakers.
"Okay, thank you." Finnley nodded slightly with an indifferent expression and stood there waiting.
He was already strikingly handsome, and his well-fitted suit gave him an air of restrained elegance that made hearts race.
The clerk couldn't help but blush as she hurried to the back.
When she returned, she apologized to Finnley, "Sir, I'm really sorry, but we've run out of strawberries. Could you come back tomorrow?"
"Out of strawberries, but you have the other ingredients?"
"Yes."
Finnley frowned slightly. "Wait a moment, I'll be right back."
With that, he strode out on his long legs, and soon returned with a box of strawberries in hand.
He had picked these up when passing a supermarket, never expecting they'd come in handy now.
"Can you use these?" Finnley asked.
The clerk glanced at the brand on the box and was shocked. "Yes, yes, absolutely!"
Finnley had an extraordinary air about him—clearly a wealthy man, and generous with his spending.
She took the strawberries to the kitchen, then came back to find Finnley still standing there. She couldn't help but say, "Sir, you can sit on the chair over there."
"Okay." Finnley kept it brief and sat down nearby.
The clerk asked curiously, "Sir, you're so good to your wife."
Finnley raised an eyebrow. "You know me?"
The clerk nodded. "You used to come here often. Every time you passed by after work, you'd bring home desserts and cake. But then I stopped seeing you."
This cake shop happened to be on the way back to the White Manor, so he used to buy Sophia cakes often too?
For some reason, Finnley felt a strange sensation, an inexplicable sourness in his chest, as if something was about to break through the surface but was being held back.
Soon, the staff brought out the finished cake, placed it in a beautiful box, and handed it to Finnley.
Finnley kept his word and paid three times the price before leaving with the cake.
By the time he got back to the White Manor, it was dark. Stars dotted the night sky with a unique beauty.
He looked at the small cake in his hand, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved upward.
She loved sweets so much—she must really like the cake he bought, right?
"Mr. White, you're back?" Finn came out from inside and happened to see Finnley standing in the courtyard.
Finnley nodded and strode inside on his long legs. "Where's Sophia?"
"Sitting in the living room. I bet she's waiting for you to come home."
Meeting Finn's knowing look, Finnley's ears suddenly turned slightly red.
He cleared his throat, and a trace of awkwardness flashed across his expressionless face.
Although Finnley was already thrilled inside, he still said stubbornly, "Didn't I already tell her I'd be late today and that she should go to bed early? Why is she waiting up for me?"
Finn's face showed nothing, but he was already laughing inside.
How had he never noticed this contradictory side of Finnley before?
While Finn was amused, he couldn't help but feel moved. This vibrant side of Finnley—he'd never seen it before meeting Sophia.
So all of this was Sophia's doing.
Finnley had no idea about his mixed emotions and walked in carrying the cake.
Entering the living room, he saw Sophia sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her eyes focused intently on her laptop screen.
Perhaps Sophia was too absorbed—she didn't even notice him approaching.
Finnley's feelings were complicated. For a moment, he couldn't tell if Sophia was actually waiting for him to come home.
Sophia was working seriously on her thesis, her slender white fingers flying across the keyboard, her mind racing.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across Sophia's view.
She instinctively looked up and met a pair of deep, dark eyes.
She paused, then a smile instantly bloomed on her delicate face. "Finnley, you're back?"
Finnley's lips curved slightly as he instinctively opened his arms and held Sophia tight as she rushed over.
"Why are you home so late today?" Sophia's slender arms wrapped tightly around Finnley's neck, and she nuzzled his cheek affectionately.
Finnley sat down on the sofa holding her, one arm around her slim waist, the other hand pushing the laptop aside.
"I bought this for you on the way home. Do you like it?"
He pointed to the cake on the coffee table, his deep eyes full of tenderness.
Sophia's eyes lit up. "Cake? So you came home late because you went specially to buy this?"
Meeting Sophia's bright eyes, Finnley coughed lightly. "Not specially—I just happened to pass by and picked it up."
Chase, who had parked the car and followed Finnley in, couldn't help but twitch his lips at these words.
Who was it that waited over an hour for a strawberry cake and paid three times the price?
Sophia sat on Finnley's lap, letting him hold her as she opened the cake box.
The sweet aroma of cake wafted up, and Sophia couldn't help but sniff and swallow.
Just as she was about to dig in, a large hand blocked the box in front of her.
Sophia looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion. "What?"
"Didn't you already have dinner? Can you even eat this?"
Sophia: "...I can!"
For cake, she could make room in her full stomach.
She wouldn't admit she was greedy.
It was just that the cake was too tempting—no one could resist such temptation.
Finnley's slender fingers hooked the edge and closed the cake box again, lifting it up under Sophia's gaze.
Under Sophia's expectant look, he asked, "Who's more important in your heart—me or the cake?"
Sophia: "..." How was she supposed to answer that?
How could you even compare? One was food, the other was a person.
But Sophia had high emotional intelligence and immediately understood what answer Finnley wanted. "Of course you're most important."
She wrapped her arms around Finnley's neck and planted a kiss on his handsome face.
Sophia was dressed very casually at home in a conservative round-neck top.
Even though every part of her was covered properly, Finnley still couldn't help feeling hot all over.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became low and magnetic.
"So if you had to choose between me and the cake, who would you pick?"