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.
I'll show you exactly how this little act of yours ends. Just as his hand was about to touch the lunchbox, Ethan raised his arm and knocked it Ethan looked up, his voice ice cold. Don't touch it.
Ryan froze, then his anger flared. Ethan, you're really going after me because of her? Ethan didn't look at me. He only stared at Ryan. Who she gives it to is her choice. You don't get to take it.
Ryan's face twisted, like he'd just been slapped in front of everyone. He looked at me. Mia, you've got some nerve. Using my brother to get a rise out of me? My fingers tightened around the edge of my apron. Before, whenever he said something like
I would apologize. But today, there wasn't a second lunch. Ethan opened the container. Ethan, you're really going to eat food made by a 180-pound girl? You're not afraid you'll end up looking like her?
Ethan picked up a piece of hard-boiled egg and ate it. It's well balanced. It looks great. She put a lot of effort into it. It shouldn't go to Ryan's face darkened even more. He stood there and watched Ethan finish every bite. Meanwhile, my heart started pounding harder and harder. I never knew watching someone
actually finish the food I made could make me want to cry this much. Ethan set down his fork and slid the empty lunchbox back to me.