Chapter Seventeen: Their First Fight!

LARSON…

I woke up a bit late hoping to see the beautiful face of the daddy's spoilt princess but she was nowhere to be seen. I decided to take a shower and search the kitchen for breakfast if only she prepared one, forget about having to see breakfast in the kitchen I doubted she could raise a spoon nevertheless cooking.

Opening the covered bowl plates I was mesmerized to see different kinds of delicacies, was this a dream? I pinched myself hard. Did she really know how to cook? I doubted so guessing she's from a wealthy background and getting a chef for herself is the most simplest task ever. The delicacies might look appetizing but I wasn't convinced it would taste good, a part of me didn't want to believe whatever I was seeing and I had no other options but to find faults in it not untill it passes down my throat.

I took out a plate and dished out some basmati white rice and stew sauce with some beef, placing it on the tray in front of me. I didn't forget to take a bottle of chill