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.
ingredients for one serving. The second I said that, Ryan slammed his cup down on the table. Mia! I turned to look at him. Ryan stood up, looking even worse than he had that morning.
Only enough ingredients for one serving? You really expect me to believe that crap? He sneerked. You used to be obsessed with being fair.
Two lunches, two bowls of soup, even the fruit had to be cut into equal portions. So why is there suddenly only enough for him today? There really was only enough for one. Stop pretending!
He took two steps closer, raising his voice. You're just holding a grudge because I used to throw your lunch away. Mia, when did you become so petty? The dining room fell quiet. My fingers curled. Ryan looked like he'd finally found something
to humiliate me over. His smile turned even crueler. It was just lunch. I didn't want it. So what if I threw it out? You were the one who insisted on making it. What, do you expect me to get on my knees and thank you? I said nothing. That only made him push harder. If only your were as big as your appetite. Ethan only eats your food to be polite. What, you think he's
he's gonna stand up for you now? The moment I heard that, I remembered everything. The first time, he said it was too greasy. The pancakes I woke up early to make
were dumped in the trash. The second time, he said he wasn't hungry. The beef stew I'd simmered for two hours. He never even opened the lid.