Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“And who are you?” Flossie asked with a bewildered look on her face.
“Hello, Miss Ellsworth. I’m an employee from Scud. A customer entrusted me to deliver breakfast to you. It’s freshly baked and piping hot, so please be careful. Please sign here.”
“Breakfast?”
Flossie was even more confused.
Who would personally make breakfast for her in the morning?
“Can I know who sent it?”
“The client would like to stay anonymous.”
“I don’t even know who sent it, so I definitely won’t sign it. It’s best you send it back to where it came from.”
Flossie was very guarded. Her address was hidden, and only Liam, Leia, and Aiden knew it.
Yet today, a large group of people had suddenly dropped by.
Something had to be going on!
Her face turned cold, and she was about to close the door when Aiden suddenly ran out.
“Wait, Mommy! I had this breakfast specially made for you! You must try it!”
The little boy tugged on Flossie’s hand and said sincerely, “Mommy, you’re an adult that can take care of yourself so well, and you don’t let me or Abby worry. But you said you always forget to take your breakfast, so I thought it must be because the food doesn’t attract you enough, so I got a famous chef in Beach City to customize a nutritious and delicious breakfast for you. We must ensure you’re healthy and have enough meat on your bones!”
At the same time, Aiden was thinking to himself, ‘Q, your cooking skills better be good, or this will end up in embarrassment!’
“Oh, my darling! Was it you? You’re so considerate!”
Flossie was moved to tears as she pulled her son into her arms and kissed his cheek a few times. Then, she took the box from the delivery boy and said proudly, ‘Don’t worry. I’ll definitely eat everything up!”
When she opened the thermos box, both mother and son were shocked, and they couldn’t help but let out sharp gasps.
The box was filled to the brim with a variety of food! From the outside, it didn’t look possible to fit so much in the box. There were at least a dozen different types of food in there!
There was French Toast, fruit salad, scrambled eggs, sausages, and the list went on.
“Adie, are you sure you got a Beach City chef and not a breakfast store owner?”
Flossie pulled out the smaller lunch boxes from the bigger box and placed them on the table, still in a state of disbelief.
Which celebrity chef would have so much time to prepare so many types of breakfast food all at once?
To prepare so many kinds of food in such a frenzied manner, even if they ate this for one month, they would probably still be eating something different every day!
Aiden looked at the table that was now laden with various different kinds of food, and he couldn’t help but swallowed as the delicious aroma wafted to his nose.
Q really was sincere in this attempt, wasn’t he? Aiden had only mentioned last night that Flossie was a picky eater, so to try preparing a more unique breakfast for her.
He hadn’t expected Q to be so attentive! The spread was no less than a five -star hotel breakfast standard, and Aiden had to give Q another ten points for this!
“It’s okay. Just eat what you like, Mommy. Try a little of everything, and you’ll know which one you like best. It’s not like you lose anything by not eating, right?”
“You little rascal, being so logical. You got me dumbfounded for a moment. N
Aiden’s words cleared Flossie’s muddled mind, and she picked up her utensils and started to eat.
In fact, it wasn’t only important to have such a mindset for breakfast but also when finding a man.
Take herself as an example. She was a young woman in her late twenties, and the only man she ever had was Halston.
Her first kiss was with him, and so was her first night.
Sigh. After all had been said and done, she had a soft spot for Halston simply because she had never ventured out of her shell before!
This wasn’t a good habit, and it needed to be changed
In Flossie’s opinion, the male escort wasn’t too shabby. He was not only handsome, but he also had a fine figure with good muscles. He was also understanding and was fine with her being intelligent and beautiful. When she was less busy, she would consider this again.
Apart from him, Jovan was also quite good-looking. If she had the time, she would tease him again. It should be fun.
Julian wasn’t too bad either, and she could call him into her hacking team. Haze was even more capable. She still needed to get the time and ask him to teach her binary coding.
Flossie picked up a slice of bread and took a bite, chewing as she decided.
‘What’s so irreplaceable about him? He’s just a dead old tree now. The world is big, and there are plenty of men out there, just as varied as the types of food laid before me. I should take my time and try them out slowly. I will eventually find the right one that suits me!’
Only, as Flossie continued to chew, her expression turned ugly.
Damn… The bread that the Beach City’s famous chef made was so hard! She could barely chew through it! It felt like her teeth were about to break!
“Does the bread taste good, Mommy?” Aiden asked with an innocent look, his chubby face resting on his palms.
“A-ahem. l-it’s okay.”
Flossie, not wanting to hurt her son, forced herself to finish the bread in her hand.
Next, she picked up a slice of bacon…
Seriously? It tasted like it had been dunked in salt! It almost choked her to death!
Flossie reached for her glass of water and gulped the entire glass down.
“How was the bacon, Mommy?” Aiden continued to ask innocently.
“l-it’s not too bad either, but I feel thirsty after eating it,” Flossie said.
It felt like she had taken part in the worst cooking competition in the world. She could barely swallow any of the food!
“Are you full, Mommy? What do you think of this chef’s cooking?” Aiden asked with great anticipation.
“I’m done. I rate it ten points.”
“Wow! That’s great! A perfect score!”
Aiden couldn’t help but cheer silently for Q.
However, Flossie took a deep breath and said hoarsely, “Full score is one hundred points.”
“What?”
“Adie, I don’t know where you found this chef. I accept your lovely thoughts, but can you help me tell this chef that though his food looks good, can he not cook again? I’m afraid I can’t resist flattening his face if he does!”