Chapter 29 Pursuing a Wife Doesn't Need to be This Hard
Fiorello glanced in the direction where Maggie had disappeared into the bustling night market. All he could see were the backs of heads, making it impossible to spot Maggie in the crowd.
During their brief acquaintance, Fiorello had come to appreciate Maggie's simplicity and honesty. With a nod of agreement, he said, "You are right, she is a good wife."
Christopher Evans chuckled and replied, "Bro, cherish what you have. You two are certainly a match made in heaven, no doubt about it. By the way, you got married and Maggie didn't even mention it? Here, take this as a small token of my affection." He handed over a cash gift, just fifty dollars.
However, that fifty dollars represented a week's worth of groceries for him and medical expenses for his child. The gift might not be hefty, but the sentiment behind it was incredibly deep.
Fiorello tried to refuse. "Chris, please, take it back. Maggie and I appreciate the thought, but you need that money for your child's medical bills."
"Stop fussing and take it, man," Christopher stood up, took a drag on his cigarette, and insisted, "Maggie has always been there to help us out, and I can't give much, but you have to accept this. Otherwise, I can't live with myself."
It was a man's pride speaking.
Holding the cash gift, Fiorello felt its weight far beyond the mere two hundred dollars it contained.
"Thanks," Fiorello finally said, accepting the cash gift. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and immediately coughed at the harshness that stung his nose and tongue.
Christopher laughed heartily. "Bro, I take it you're not a regular smoker?"
"Yeah, not much of one," Fiorello replied with a sheepish grin. "You caught me."
Christopher was an outspoken and friendly guy, and the two quickly fell into easy conversation about everyday life.
Before long, Maggie returned with two cups of bubble tea and two slices of durian cake in hand.
Maggie was still a distance away when Fiorello caught wind of an odor. "Maggie, what did you buy?"
"Duran cake, huh?" Maggie proudly presented the durian cake on the small table, saying, "I bet you've never tried it. Don't mind the smell—it's delicious. Give it a try, and there's also bubble tea. I wasn't sure which flavor you'd like, so I grabbed taro bubble tea."
Fiorello never drank such street-side bubble teas. His usual indulgence was freshly ground coffee.
Sniffing the durian cake, Fiorello's expression twisted in agony. "Can people actually eat this?"
The pungent smell made it difficult to consider taking a bite.
Maggie said, "Just try it. I promise you'll love it after the first taste."
She held the durian cake up to him, almost ready to feed him by hand.
Fiorello restrained himself from being overcome by the odor, glanced at the bowl, and then back at Maggie.
With eyes full of hope, Maggie urged, "Just one bite, that’s all."
Her eyes seemed to twinkle with stars, irresistibly pleading.
Fiorello held his breath, picked up a piece with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth, his face portraying a mix of emotions.
"Isn't it tasty?" laughed Maggie.
Fiorello, fighting the urge to gag, swallowed and quickly took a sip of the bubble tea, saying, "The bubble tea's good."
He really wasn't accustomed to durian cake.
Seeing his reaction, Maggie didn't press further, "Stick to the bubble tea for now, I’ll get you something else to eat."
On the side, Christopher Evans chuckled, "Buddy, I can't get used to durian cake either."
Despite Fiorello's dislike for the cake, he fell in love with the bubble tea.
He usually drank unsweetened black coffee, so the sweet bubble tea was a pleasant change.
By the time Maggie returned, Fiorello had almost finished the drink.
All evening, Maggie bustled about, tending to business and taking care of Fiorello.
Fiorello felt like he was more of a hindrance than help, repeatedly offering assistance, but Maggie insisted he just sit and rest.
Just as Fiorello considered helping Maggie sell the rest of the accessories so they could pack up earlier and relieve her of the hard work, a familiar voice resounded overhead.
"Fiorello, is that really you? You're setting up a street stall here?" Holden could hardly believe his eyes as his new girlfriend dragged him to the night market, and there he stumbled upon Fiorello with his street vending setup.
A billionaire CEO setting up a street booth? It all seemed too fantastical.
But then again, the lengths one would go to for love knew no bounds.
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