"For me?" I murmured silently as the sight in front of me was beyond reality. I wouldn't even imagine a man like him would make food for me.
And then there comes my ego which made me roll my eyes. Giving no more attention to how his manly lips were curved, I stood up to my feet and directed my pace towards the toilet.
"Hell-ooo, won't you even say thank you?" totally nonplussed by my act, he asked while resting the tray on his lap.
"Why should I thank you?' Not bothering to even look at him, I replied lazily.
"Ms. Queen, I made breakfast for you," he sounded shocked.
"Did I ask?" turning my head towards him, I asked while wiggling my brows as if the sweet act from him made me feel nothing.
"woooh, your ego is troubling you?" he stood up to his feet after placing the tray on the bed.
