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.
It was delicious. I'll wash it and give it back tonight. night. Okay. Ryan suddenly spoke, his voice low and terrifying. Mia. He was still waiting, for me to panic and explain myself, waiting for me to run off and make him another one. But I stood there. There isn't one. What do you mean there isn't one? I only made one. Ryan stared at
me, and for the first time he realized I really hadn't made a second lunch. At noon, Ryan sat at the most visible table in the dining room. When I walked in carrying a bowl of soup, he tapped the table put it here he was certain i'd cage done with your little morning performance mia my patience is running out don't make me say something you really don't want to hear
so that was it he thought the soup was for him when ryan saw i wasn't moving he laughed are you too stupid to understand he slowed down on purpose like he was training a dog i said, put it here. I held the bowl close and walked past his seat. The smile on his face froze instantly. I walked over to Ethan and set the soup down in front of him.
Ethan, this is for you. Ethan looked up from his documents. Thank you. There were only ingredients for one serving. The second I said that, Ryan slammed his cup down on the table.