My Reborn Story Is Insane novel Chapter 357

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Chapter 357 What Does Emyr Like? 

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Rex watched as the car doors on the other side swung open. But before anyone could step out, Charmaine had already rushed forward. 

The doors shut just as he was about to get a glimpse inside, leaving Rex frustrated. 

One second. If Charmaine’s legs had been just a few centimeters shorter, he would’ve finally seen that man’s face. 

How many times had this happened already? If he missed his chance again today, he wasn’t sure he could accept it. 

No time to waste. As the Cullinan pulled away, he immediately followed. 

In the car, Emyr had packed her a meal–crispy roast quail. 

Charmaine devoured two of them in no time, savoring the crispy, juicy texture. Licking the grease from the corner of her lips, she let out a satisfied sigh. 

Emyr handed her a napkin and wiped away the sheen of oil on her lips. “Good?” 

“Delicious! Perfectly roasted–crispy on the outside, tender on the inside.” 

He nodded, then instructed the driver, Tad, “Tell Alfred to bring the chef in.” 

Tad responded calmly, “Yes, Mr. Emyr.” 

Charmaine nearly choked. 

Seriously? Just because the food was good, he was going to bring the chef home? 

Classic capitalist move–too much money and nowhere to spend it. 

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She shot him al look. “Isn’t hiring a chef just for home cooking a bit… excessive?” 

Emyr flicked her forehead. “What are you thinking? The company’s annual retreat next month is in Sudbay. We’re inviting a few chefs to handle the banquet.” 

Charmaine blinked. “Oh … that makes sense.” 

Since they were on the topic, Emyr casually mentioned, “We’ll be there from December 23rd to the 28th. If you want to invite any friends, feel free.” 

Charmaine mentally noted the dates. “So, that meant Satan’s birthday would be celebrated there?” 

She thought for a moment. “I’ll ask Celeste if she’s free.” 

Emyr nodded. Noticing her deep in thought, he circled back to the earlier topic. 

“Wait–you thought I was bringing the chef home to cook for us?” 

Snapped back to reality, Charmaine scratched her cheek, then huffed indignantly. “Well, your wording was misleading!” 

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Charmaine clenched her fists, pulling up in defiance. “I wasn’t! I keep my promises–I won’t back out!” 

“So… I wrongly accused you?” 

She lifted her chin proudly. “Hmph!” 

“In that case, do I owe you an apology for hurting your feelings?” 

Her chin tilted even higher. “Hmph!” 

Amused by her smug attitude, Emyr reached out, cupping her chin as he leaned in–his “compensation” delivered without delay. 

After Emyr’s relentless, hands–on “training” sessions, Charmaine had gotten used to these sudden moments of intimacy. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let herself sink into the warmth of his embrace. 

Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed close, and they lost themselves in the moment. 

A satisfying meal of roast quail, followed by conquering Satan–yeah, tonight’s feast was pretty d*mn good. 

Afterward, the two curled up together. Charmaine rested her head on Emyr’s shoulder as she texted Celeste about the retreat. 

“I want to come too!” Celeste replied immediately. 

Charmaine chuckled, sneaking a glance at Emyr. He was gazing out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Taking the chance, she messaged Celeste again. “Any ideas for a good birthday gift for a guy?” 

Celeste saw right through her. “Wow, Mr. Emyr’s birthday, huh?” 

“Mm–hmm.”