Chapter 275

Everett’s POV: At 5:30 sharp, I clocked out. On my way home, I stopped by a pastry shop and bought a four-inch blueberry cream cake. By the time I arrived home, it was already past six. Davis parked outside the mansion. Just as I was about to step out, I paused and glanced at him. He looked at me through the rearview mirror. “President, is there something else?” “Look up some internationally renowned wedding dress designers for me.” Davis: “???” I frowned. “What’s with that reaction?” “Wait… President, are you planning a wedding?” I narrowed my eyes. “Why? Is it so terrible that I’m having a wedding?” “No, no! I’m just surprised—you never mentioned it before!” “Not mentioning it doesn’t mean I don’t want one.” “Well, Madam will definitely be thrilled when she finds out.” “Don’t tell Scarlett yet.” He nodded quickly, smiling. “Got it, got it.” I ignored him and opened the car door. Davis hurried out, went around to the passenger side, opened the door, retrieved the cake, and handed it t