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.
What, you're playing hard to get now? I looked down at the lunchbox in my arms. There was only one today. A sandwich, grilled shrimp, a hard-boiled egg, and lettuce. I'd checked the fridge over and over that morning. This was all there was. There wasn't enough left to make a second one. Give it to me. Stop looking like I
hurt your feelings. You should be grateful I'm even taking it. I held the lunchbox tighter. this one isn't for you what did you say the dining room went dead silent Ryan stared at me like I'd said something insane I walked around him toward the window Ethan was sitting there with documents spread out in front of him he looked up when he heard my footsteps I set the lunchbox in front
of him Ethan this is for you Ethan looked at me and closed the file thank you just two words but But they wiped away all the hurt Ryan's words had caused. Ryan shot to his feet. The chair legs scraped against the floor with an awful screech.
Mia, what is this supposed to mean? Before I could answer, he stormed over and reached for the lunchbox. What, you finally figured it out? You think Ethan has a better future, so now you're trying to suck up to him?
His eyes turned cold, and every word got uglier. You think you can start playing games now? Who taught you that? I'll show you exactly how this little act of yours ends.