The Lost Heir Of Sargent

I BEGGED?

"Wh... What's wrong with me?" Christian kept staring at his phone, thumb brushing at the edge of the screen, as if trying to understand the strange warmth that had slipped into Adrian’s voice.

"Do you know why it is happening like this?" He murmured under his breath. "What exactly Mr. Adrian is to me?"

Rosaline flicked his forehead. "Don’t overthink it, the breakfast your uncle had brought for us was going to become frozen food if it were any late... So come, let's have the breakfast together!"

She tugged his wrist gently and led him to the couch.

The sun rays spilled through the curtains, turning her hair a soft amber.

Christian watched quietly as she arranged plates, toast, poached eggs, sauteed vegetables, and a cup of ginger tea.

"You're arranging it, as if you cooked by yourself," Christian smiled while stuffing a toast in his mouth.

"Stop insulting me, I've been awake the whole night looking at you, before that you got me tired as hell and slept, you don't even have basic pit