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.
When I got to the sitting room door, I heard people laughing inside Ryan, you're not seriously going to marry Mia someday, are you? At her weight, you're not scared she'll crush you? I stopped walking
talking. The baking tray had just come out of the oven. It was hot enough to make my fingertips go numb. I waited for Ryan to say what he used to say, that I was perfect just the way I But after two seconds of silence, I heard him laugh. Who would want to marry a 180-pound They laughed even louder. Then why do you still take the lunches she makes you every
If she wants to bring them, let her. It's not hard to throw them out. The tray shook in my The back of my hand burned. I didn't go inside. Tears blurted everything in front of me.
He wasn't standing in front of me anymore. He was standing in the crowd, laughing at me with them. After that day, Ryan never properly ate another lunch I made. Sometimes he'd take it and throw it in the trash without even looking.
Feed it to the dogs. Sometimes he'd hand it to the butler right in front of me and tell him to feed it to the Take it away. Looking at it kills my appetite.
Even then, I kept making every meal for him. because it takes me a long time to see things for what they are. It took me a long time to remove one kind thing from the past out of my heart, and I was afraid to play favorites. Mr. Carter told me to choose, so I made two identical lunches every day. Like, if I did that, I wouldn't have to