Chapter 148


    His heart ached as if it was pierced by countless silver needles. His voice became hoarse, and his


    eyes were subtly reddened. “We never had our breakup meal. I haven’t eaten anything sincest


    night. Could you… could you make me a bowl of soup? I’ll leave right after.”


    ra frowned. “Is that really necessary?”


    “Yes, ra. I want your homemade meatballs, chicken noodle soup, and those pancakes you used


    to make.”


    He listed several dishes, all of which ra had often prepared for him. He remembered how he


    used to love ordering breakfast. But ever since ra moved in, she would wake up early every day


    to cook him a variety of


    homemade breakfasts.


    Gradually, he began to prefer the warm,forting soups ra made.


    At first, he thought it was her way of currying favor with him. He enjoyed it, of course. Onlyter did


    he realize how much he hade to rely on this routine. He even missed it deeply.


    ra watched him silently for a few seconds before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your word.” Then,


    she went back to her room to freshen up.


    Dawson, who had seen the usually imposing CEO rejected and brooding, felt not a shred of


    sympathy. Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    Leaning close, he whispered teasingly, “Mr. Hayes, I’ll wait downstairs for you. Enjoy yourst


    breakfast, alright?”


    Dawson nodded promptly, then gestured to the luggage beside them. “Should I take this down for


    you?”


    “No need!” His refusal was firm, his toneced with a trace of hostility. He had never been rejected


    like this in his life.


    His heart ached as if it was pierced by countless silver needles. His voice became hoarse, and his


    eyes were subtly reddened. “We never had our breakup meal. I haven’t eaten anything sincest


    night. Could you… could you make me a bowl of soup? I’ll leave right after.”


    ra frowned. “Is that really necessary?”


    “Yes, ra. I want your homemade meatballs, chicken noodle soup, and those pancakes you used


    to make.”


    He listed several dishes, all of which ra had often prepared for him. He remembered how he


    used to love ordering breakfast. But ever since ra moved in, she would wake up early every day


    to cook him a variety of homemade breakfasts.


    Gradually, he began to prefer the warm,forting soups ra made.


    At first, he thought it was her way of currying favor with him. He enjoyed it, of course. Onlyter did


    he realize how much he hade to rely on this routine. He even missed it deeply.


    ra watched him silently for a few seconds before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your word.” Then,


    she went back to her room to freshen up.


    Dawson, who had seen the usually imposing CEO rejected and brooding, felt not a shred of


    sympathy.


    Leaning close, he whispered teasingly, “Mr. Hayes, I’ll wait downstairs for you. Enjoy yourst


    breakfast, alright?”


    Dawson nodded promptly, then gestured to the luggage beside them. “Should I take this down for


    you?”


    “No need!” His refusal was firm, his toneced with a trace of hostility. He had never been rejected


    like this in his life.


    10:40


    Dawson scampered away, not wanting to provoke further ire.


    ra always kept some frozen pie and buns in the fridge. In less than half an hour, she had


    prepared everythingn had asked for.


    When he saw the foodid out before him,n was taken aback. “How did you do that so quickly?”


    He had hoped to stall for a little longer.


    ra’s face was expressionless. “Eat. Once you’re done, leave. And take your things with you.”


    She turned to leave, butn caught her wrist. “ra, shouldn’t a breakup meal be shared? Sit down


    with me, please?” His voice carried a plea she had never heard before.


    Pulling ra down beside him, he ced a piece of pie on her te with a gentle voice. “Let’s eat


    together.”


    Without protest, ra sat quietly.


    Suddenly, he felt it was the most delicious thing in the world, surpassing even the creations of


    Michelin–starred chefs.


    He lingered over every bite until the food was gone, then turned to ra. His gaze was intense and


    searching. “ra, how about we watch a breakup movie. tonight?”


    A hint of mirth flickered in ra’s eyes. “And after the movie? What then? You want a breakup…


    sex?”


    “If you’re up for it, I’ll oblige.”


    “To hell with that!” ra bolted up from her chair, stormed to the door, and flung it open. Her voice


    was fiery with wrath. “Take your stuff and get the hell out!”