The Kiss that Sparked it All

Frowning Bryan retorted. “Yes, you are! We have the same father; you are my sister”

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Ellinor brushed off Bryan’s hand and headed towards the dining room.

ough she didn’t dislike Bryan, she couldn’t forget that he was the son of the woman who had hurt her mother. She couldn’t sincerely treat him like a little brother. Bryan chuckled sarcastically. He followed her and was about to say something when he saw a tall figure emerging from the kitchen, holding a plate of food.

It wasn’t their chef, nor their nanny, but Balfour.

Bryan was gobsmacked. “Balfour, you… you’re actually cooking?!”

Balfour ignored him and instead spoke gently to Ellinor. “Ellinor, come. Sit down for breakfast.”

Without any formalities, Ellinor sat down.

whipped out his phone and snapped several photos of

camera shutter, Balfour frowned and

“Nothing! I’ve just never seen you this industrious before, so I took a photo to mark

mischievous Bryan a helpless glance, placing the breakfast he’d prepared in front of

of fried eggs,

picking up her fork and knife, Ellinor glanced at the clock. “Mr. Howard, aren’t

formal address made Balfour seem slightly disappointed, but he replied gently. “There’s nothing important going on lately; it’s no problem if I head to he

offhandedly, not really

what. He’s even cooking breakfast for you. ve never been treated like this. He never even did this when he used to pamper

acted as if she hadn’t and just

and then he heard Balfour’s impatient voice. “Go eat your food and talk