Two heirs from very different worlds sit down to a single meal, and the woman serving them quickly learns how differently each man treats those beneath him. She chooses to feed the gentle one, a kindness that the arrogant heir cannot forgive. What begins as a quiet act of favoritism turns into a battle of pride, status, and jealousy between two rivals who want the same woman's attention.
The Carters told me to choose one of their two heirs to marry. I couldn't decide who to choose. So every morning, I made two identical lunchboxes. I never played favorites.
Ethan, the older brother, was quiet and distant. But every time, he'd thank me softly, wash the container, and return it. Thank you. Ryan, the younger brother, had a sharp tongue and never took me seriously.
He always said I was being annoying and often dumped my lunch straight into the trash right in front of me. Stop wasting your time. You can kiss up to me all you want. You'll never be a Carter. I'd lower my head, clean up the lunchbox, and never argue, until the deadline was here, and I suddenly remembered what my mother told me before she died.
Mia, choose the man who truly cares about you. Only someone who values your kindnesses deserves to be your fiancé. That morning, there were only enough ingredients in the fridge for one lunch, and it for me to choose my fiancé.
Mia, are you seriously that stupid? What the hell are you thinking? Ryan's voice was full of disgust. How many times do I have to tell you not to cook for me?
I stood at the dining room entrance, holding the lunchbox. When I heard makes me sick, I froze for a second. Even so, he reached out to take it. I hugged the lunchbox closer and pulled away from his hand.
Ryan's face darkened immediately. Mia, what's that supposed to mean? He gave me a mocking laugh. You make me food every day because you want me to notice you, right?