Chapter 269: Tips on how to make a woman happy

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Chapter 269: Tips on how to make a woman happy At that moment, in one of San Francisco’s most prestigious French restaurants. A strikingly handsome couple sat across from each other. "President Calvin," Aria, dressed in a dusky pink strapless gown, raised her glass of red wine. "This toast is for you." Others might not know, but she had done her homework. The women accompanying President Calvin were usually just whichever rising star from his entertainment empire happened to be in rotation—changed every so often, never the same one twice. She had assumed she’d be no different. Still, the fame and clout she’d gained made it worth her while. But today, she received another call from Assistant Jey, summoning her as President Calvin’s plus-one for an evening event. The thought brought a faint smirk to her lips. At the very least, it proved she stood out from the rest in his eyes. The long-dormant thoughts in her heart began to stir once more. Calvin didn’t immediately raise his glass. Instead, his almond-shaped eyes, brimming with a teasing glint, settled on Aria as he spoke with a faint smirk. "What exactly are we toasting to?" Though his tone carried a playful lilt, it was impossible to discern his true emotions. Aria blinked her beautiful eyes, carefully weighing her words. "To you—" Before she could finish, Calvin’s phone on the table suddenly buzzed violently. Sinclair? At the sight of the caller ID, a flicker of something unreadable passed through Calvin’s lowered gaze. Right now, a call from Sinclair was the last thing he wanted to answer. But dread aside, he had no choice but to pick up. Whether it was to demand answers or something else entirely, he was ready to face it. Noticing the shift in Calvin’s expression, Aria grew even more curious. Fortunately, she knew her place and didn’t dare pry, holding her breath as she strained to catch any sound from the call. Calvin answered the phone. "Sinclair—" So it was the head of the Luther Family. Aria inexplicably felt a weight lift from her chest. She lowered her head and continued eating her meal. From the phone came the man’s characteristically icy, deep voice. "Calvin, I need to ask you something." "Go ahead," Calvin took a sip of his wine, bracing himself for whatever judgment might come from the other end of the line. "How do you make a girl happy?" "Cough... cough..." The unexpected question made Calvin choke on his wine, sending him into a violent coughing fit. The wine in his glass sloshed violently, splashing onto his clothes. What had he just heard? Had he heard that correctly?! "President Calvin," Aria was startled. She quickly grabbed the warm napkin provided by the restaurant and handed it to him. Calvin seemed oblivious, casually picking up his own napkin to wipe his mouth. Once he’d composed himself, he chuckled into the phone, teasing, "Did your precious Camilla get mad at you?" After all, in Sinclair’s eyes, no other woman existed besides Camilla. A cold, gloomy voice replied, thick with displeasure, "Since when do *you* call her ’Camilla’?" *That’s* what he’s focusing on? Calvin’s lips twitched in exasperation. Taylor’s assessment had been spot-on—With Sinclair around, the whole capital could stop stocking vinegar. * "Fine, *Mrs. Luther*—happy now?" Sinclair exhaled a slow drag of smoke, his voice rough. "Just tell me—is there a way or not?" "If it were any other woman..." Sensing his friend’s foul mood, Calvin decided to drop the act. "Just buy her something nice and she’ll be fine." Aria’s hand, holding the fork and knife, froze mid-air. Sinclair’s voice grew deeper. "Camilla isn’t like other women." "I know, I wasn’t finished," Calvin leaned back in his chair with a wry smile. "She doesn’t need material surprises—give her something meaningful instead." "For example?" Sinclair took a slow drag from his cigarette, his expression unreadable. "Well," Calvin swirled the red wine in his glass thoughtfully before continuing. "Cook for her yourself." Wasn’t it said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach? The same logic applied when the roles were reversed. What truly mattered was the sincerity behind the gesture. Besides, he remembered Sinclair was quite skilled in the kitchen—though he’d never had the chance to taste his cooking. Aria lowered her lashes slightly, knowing glint in her eyes. She had to admit, Calvin truly understood women’s hearts. A man like President Luther personally preparing a meal—any woman would be thrilled, even overwhelmed by the gesture. "Won’t work." Sinclair rejected the idea without a second thought, his voice devoid of warmth. "Pick something else." "You don’t understand women," Calvin remarked, the smirk on his lips widening as he shook his head in disapproval. "How would you know it won’t work if you’ve never tried?" Sinclair narrowed his dark eyes, his tone icy. "It’s you who doesn’t understand *me*." Calvin raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’ve actually cooked for Camilla before?" "All the time. So there’s no element of surprise," Sinclair replied casually, as if stating the most mundane fact. The idea of someone like Sinclair—standing in the kitchen day after day to cook for his wife—was almost unbelievable. Had he not heard it straight from the man’s mouth, Calvin would never have believed it. A look of astonishment crossed Calvin’s handsome face. Marriage really does change a person beyond recognition. Seeing Calvin remain silent, a trace of impatience flickered in Sinclair’s cold, sharp eyes. "If you’ve got nothing useful to say, hang up." "Wait, wait—" Calvin’s long, peach-blossom eyes narrowed lazily. "I own a hot spring resort at the mountaintop in N City—breathtaking views, completely private." His lips curved slightly, his gaze brimming with suggestion. "Take Camilla there. Soak in the springs, enjoy the scenery. I guarantee she’ll love it." Hot springs? Now that he thought about it, Camilla had mentioned them before. Sinclair leaned back against the sofa and spoke coolly. "Address." After hanging up, Sinclair turned to Ramsey. "Clear my schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow." "Understood." Ramsey had already anticipated this outcome—no surprise at all. On the other side. Calvin picked up the phone and dialed Jey’s number. "Sinclair and Camilla are heading to Love me Villa," he said leisurely, deliberately emphasizing his next words. "Make sure you handle the preparations personally—and do it right." Consider this their belated wedding gift. "Understood, Mr. Calvin," Jey replied immediately, though hesitation crept into his voice. "But you know how temperamental President Luther can be. If he takes offense, I might as well kiss my life goodbye." "Pathetic," Calvin scoffed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Just get it done.. If Sinclair asks, tell him it was my call." This time, Jey agreed without hesitation. "President Luther and his wife are so deeply in love—it’s honestly enviable," Aria remarked casually, resting her chin on one hand as she watched Calvin tuck his phone away, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "I wonder when I’ll find someone who cherishes me like that." "Soon enough." Calvin looked up at Aria, his handsome face still wearing that careless smile, but a chill lurked in the depths of his eyes. There was nothing he disliked more than people who couldn’t read the room. Especially women who couldn’t take a hint. Soon enough? Aria’s beautiful eyes lit up. Could he mean...? "As long as you handle tonight’s VIP guest properly," Calvin drawled, his voice dripping with nonchalance as he met her hopeful gaze, "I can have the company arrange a suitable sponsor for you." Despite his charming, peach-blossom eyes, there was an inexplicable coldness and mockery in his tone. A sponsor?! The fragile fantasy she had been harboring shattered instantly under his casual words. The joy on Aria’s face froze, her complexion shifting between pale and ashen. "Mr. Calvin.." Her lips trembled slightly, but no words came out. "That’s not what I meant..." "Intentions don’t matter. The contract was crystal clear—you follow the company’s arrangements." Calvin seemed oblivious to the change in Aria’s expression. Glancing at his wristwatch, he spoke in that characteristically gentle tone. "Alright, it’s about time. Let’s get going." As he rose, his steps halted abruptly. His gaze lingered on the dusky pink dress clinging to Aria’s frame, his eyes gradually darkening. "This color doesn’t suit you. There’s a new outfit prepared in the car. Go change." Not suitable? But this was custom-made for her by the brand. Confusion flickered across Aria’s face, though she dared not voice it. "...Understood." Meanwhile, at the Luther Family ancestral home. "Camilla, I’ve got wonderful news for you," Tiffany’s delicate and sweet face appeared on the computer screen. "My new book is a hit! It’s making six figures in daily revenue," she exclaimed, her excitement so palpable it seemed she might burst through the screen to share her joy with Camilla. "My editor reached out—a production company is interested in adapting it into a TV series. They want to meet in person to discuss it!" "Really?" Camilla’s eyes lit up, her voice brimming with delight. "That’s amazing!!" Fanny had always been simple-hearted and preferred solitude. Being an online novelist suited her perfectly—it was the job she loved most. Her writing was exquisite, yet she had never gained much traction before. Now that she was finally seeing success, Camilla couldn’t have been happier for her. "If it weren’t for you constantly encouraging and supporting me, I wouldn’t have made it this far," Tiffany said earnestly, her gaze fixed on Camilla. "Once I get the licensing fee, I’ll buy you anything you want!!" "Deal," Camilla understood Tiffany’s intentions and blinked her beautiful eyes with a playful smile. "Then I’ll be waiting," she said. "Don’t worry," Tiffany nodded eagerly. "I won’t keep you waiting long." After chatting for a while longer, Camilla steered the conversation back to the main topic. "By the way, Fanny, which production company is it?" "Let me think..." Tiffany frowned slightly, trying to recall. "novelhall International." novelhall International. She had heard of this company—it had launched quite a few rising stars. "Once everything’s finalized, I’ll join the production with investment," Camilla said with a nod and a smile. "And we’ll cast the actors according to your vision." "Tsk tsk, having a bestie with connections sure is a blessing," Tiffany cradled her face in both hands, gazing at Camilla with starry-eyed admiration. "You have no idea how terrified I was that some money-hungry producers would ruin my lead actors," she said with a laugh.. "But now, the problem is solved—we’ll just fight fire with fire." Camilla was about to respond when her phone, lying nearby, suddenly buzzed to life. "Is it Mr. Luther?" Tiffany’s expression instantly turned serious. Camilla glanced at the caller ID and nodded. "Go ahead and take the call," Tiffany urged quickly. "Fill me in once everything’s settled." "Alright, waiting for your good news." As soon as Tiffany’s video call ended, Camilla answered the incoming phone. "Sweetheart" "Camilla." A deep, velvety voice, warm as honey, flowed through the receiver. "Come downstairs."

Chapter 269: Tips on how to make a woman happy

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