Chapter 280

Legend has it that oysters are highly nourishing, especially these seasonal wild ones—plump, succulent, and presumably even more potent.

"Have them all. Let's see how effective they are," Emily said with a soft chuckle, pressing her lips together.

William leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Good things should always be shared with my Emily."

He pulled out his phone, snapped a quick photo of the plate of oysters, and sent it to the group chat titled "Share the Joy, Leave the Drama." The group only had four members: William, George Taylor, Ethan Zheng, and James Wilson.

The moment the photo was sent, the chat exploded with messages.

William, however, exited the group without another word and tossed his phone aside, focusing entirely on the "kidney-nourishing feast" Emily had prepared for him.

The simplest cooking method had yielded the most exquisite flavor. The grilled oysters were tender and buttery, melting in his mouth.

William took one bite and immediately gave a thumbs-up. "Your cooking keeps getting better, Emily."

He picked up a second oyster, blew on it to cool it down, ate half, and held the remaining half to Emily's lips. "Try it. It's incredibly fresh."

Emily wasn't hungry, but she couldn't resist the temptation and parted her lips. The rich, savory taste bloomed on her tongue.

And so, bite by bite, the two of them polished off the entire plate of oysters, along with a large bottle of soda.

"I'm stuffed," Emily murmured, rubbing her slightly rounded belly.

William pulled her onto his lap, his warm hand gently massaging her stomach as he kissed her chin. "Need some exercise to help digest?"

Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder as she shook her head repeatedly.

"Don't want to test the effects?" His low, husky voice brushed against her ear. "I feel even more energized than before."

Emily's face flushed crimson.

"Tomorrow," she said, feigning escape. "I still have work to do."

William's long arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him. He caught her wrist and guided her hand beneath his robe.

"Emily," he murmured against her neck, inhaling her scent. "Feel that?"

Beneath the robe, there was nothing. Emily's fingers trembled, a tingling sensation spreading through her body.

"William..." Her voice quivered.

"Hmm?" He gripped her waist and lifted her onto the dining table, leaning down to capture her lips. "Want to test the effects now?"

Emily shuddered, managing only a faint "Mmm" in response.

......

In the early hours of the morning, Emily drifted in and out of sleep but still managed to ask, "Did you arrange for Flying Fish to suddenly amend the contract?"

William, thoroughly satisfied, held her close, his fingers tracing the nape of her neck. "Zhang Xiao'an happened to mention you during the signing call."

"Mmm." Eyes still closed, she murmured, "Are you still acquiring Flying Fish?"

"Of course." His tone was firm. "The web series and short drama market has huge potential. We need to seize the opportunity."

Emily gave a soft hum before sinking back into sleep.

......

While brushing their teeth the next morning, William wrapped his arms around Emily from behind, an electric toothbrush in one hand as he stared at their reflection in the mirror, his grin impossible to hide.

Emily met his gaze in the mirror, equal parts flustered and annoyed, and nudged him with her hip. "Go brush on your side."

Their spacious bathroom had dual sinks.

"Tsk—" William turned off his toothbrush. "Keep moving like that, and we'll have a problem."

Emily: "..."

"Emily," he nuzzled her ear, his voice low and coaxing. "Those oysters yesterday were amazing. Bring me lunch at the office today, okay?"

Emily finished brushing and shot him a look. "BestTech's cafeteria is perfectly fine."

"Nothing compares to your cooking." He leaned in, toothpaste foam still in his mouth, trying to kiss her.

Emily barely dodged in time.

"Then hire a chef who suits your taste," she said helplessly.