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.
to choose, so I made two identical lunches every day. Like, if I did that, I wouldn't have to right away, and I wouldn't have to admit I'd chosen the wrong person. Until yesterday I opened the fridge and saw there were only enough ingredients for one meal. I stood there and remembered what my mother said before she died.
Mia, choose the man who truly cares about you. Only someone who values your kindness is to be your fiancé. I looked down at the empty containers. And in that moment, I finally understood.
The next morning, before making breakfast, I only asked Ethan one question. What do you want for breakfast? Ethan paused halfway down the stairs. He looked at me and gave me a small smile in greeting.
Anything is fine. Thank you, Mia. Mia. I thought for a moment and opened the fridge. Then I'll make you eggs and toast. Ryan was sitting at the dining table, staring at me as his face darkened little by little, but I didn't ask if he was upset like I used to, and I didn't go into the kitchen to fry
another egg. I only made breakfast for Ethan. Ethan finished the breakfast I made and was to leave. Ethan, your jacket. Thank you. Mia. I turned around. How much longer are you going going to keep this little act up? You only ask him what he wants for breakfast. You only make breakfast for him. And when he leaves, you only remind him to take his jacket. What, you really
think this will make me panic and come apologize to you? Your little scheme is written all over