With a resigned sigh, Kourtney picked up the hospital menu. "So what would you like to eat, Your Highness?"
“I don't eat hospital food. My Assistant will bring in the meal my personal Chef made.”
Kourtney eyed him annoyingly. The man had a thing for always showing off, never missing an opportunity to flaunt his wealth and privileged lifestyle. His arrogant manners kind of made her want to punch him across his devilishly handsome face.
"Must be nice,” she muttered under her breath.
"Well, when you're used to a certain standard, settling for less just isn't an option," Sebastian smirked, seemingly unfazed by her remark while Kourtney rolled her eyes.
A few minutes later, Jamie rolled in a trolley containing dishes that would make even the most perceptive food critic's mouth water.
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