Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 708

"CEO Dennis," Stella said, her voice trembling with intense emotion. "I came all the way out here tonight just to thank you!"

She held the pastry box out with both hands.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation," Stella said, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

Emilia accepted the box gently. Opening the lid, she found a stunning assortment of Stella's newest baked goods.

"Raising my daughter on my own has been a nightmare. But ever since you visited my shop, everything changed for the better," Stella choked out, her eyes shining with pure gratitude.

"Because your company ordered my pastries, a few other firms took notice and started booking me for their corporate catering too."

"My little shop finally has a steady, reliable income!"

A bright, honest smile broke through her tears.

"I remembered how much you loved the pastries last time, so I brought you my latest recipes," Stella said warmly. "I really hope you like them."

Watching Stella cry tears of joy, Emilia felt a sharp pang in her chest.

She lowered her gaze.

If someone had shown her and her mother this kind of kindness when they had lost everything, perhaps they wouldn't have ended up in such a living hell.

Pushing the dark memories away, Emilia smiled warmly. "Your business is thriving because your baking is phenomenal. I didn't have to convince anyone."

"But you gave me the chance to be seen!" Stella insisted passionately.

She desperately needed Emilia to accept this gesture.

She didn't have money or power, but she could bake, and this was her way of showing loyalty.

Seeing the fierce sincerity in the woman's eyes, Emilia let out a soft sigh.

"Well, how about we set up a regular delivery for the manor as well?" Emilia suggested.

Theodore, who had quietly stepped out of the car, nodded in agreement. "I'll have the butler draft a contract to sort out the details."

Stella gasped, her eyes widening in horror.

"N-No! That's not what I meant at all!" She hadn't come here begging for more business.

Emilia laughed softly. "I love your food. Are you refusing to sell to me?"

"No, of course not! I meant I won't charge you for it!" Stella clarified frantically.

"Absolutely not," Theodore chuckled. "If you don't let us pay, Emilia will feel too guilty to eat any of it."

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