Chapter 599
Chapter 599:
The room was empty. I looked down at myself and saw that I was dressed in a fresh nightgown.
Still feeling drowsy, I rubbed my eyes and made my way downstairs in my slippers.
Upon reaching the ground floor, I was greeted by the sounds of festive activity.
Following the noise, I was taken aback to see the three princes busily working in the kitchen.
They had cast aside their usual aloof demeanor, and the sight was nothing short of remarkable.
Clayton looked up and saw me. His handsome face softened into a warm smile as he said gently, “You’re awake. Just a little longer, and we’ll have the meal ready.”
I stood frozen, overwhelmed by the scene before me. I couldn’t help but whisper to myself, “Is this a dream? To see three princes cooking together? It’s unbelievable.”
Just then, Bryan approached from the side.
He gave a soft, dismissive snort, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. Yet he extended a glass of water to me and said, “Had you not been so worn out from this morning, we wouldn’t have brought ourselves so low as to cook for you.”
As he spoke, his eyebrows arched gracefully. At his words, I blushed, feeling both embarrassed and pleased.
A moment later, Clayton stepped out of the kitchen carrying a dish that sent waves of steam into the air.
His attractive eyes twinkled with mischief as he said, “Make sure you pay attention to the flavors. If you can’t figure out who prepared what, you’ll be in a bit of trouble.”
I frowned slightly. “I’ve never tried any food made by Bryan or Dominic. How am I expected to know?”
As we spoke, we settled into our seats, ready to eat. The grand table was laden with a stunning assortment of dishes, illuminated beautifully by the glow of a crystal chandelier.
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The moment I sat down, I noticed all three princes turning their gaze toward me.
I hesitated, puzzled. “Why are you all looking at me? Let’s start eating.”
Bryan gracefully picked up his knife and fork and served a slice of succulent steak onto my plate. Deliberately raising his voice, he said, “Try this steak. I made it with care, and I’m sure you’ll love it.”
His demeanor suggested he believed his dish to be the highlight of the meal.
Just as I was about to try it, Dominic, unwilling to be outdone, added a juicy shrimp to my plate, nudging Bryan’s steak aside.
“Try this shrimp; it’s fresh and far superior to the steak that was haphazardly sliced by someone,” Dominic said, shooting a challenging look toward Bryan.
Beside them, Clayton kept his calm, indulgent smile. He slowly placed a delicate pastry onto my plate and said softly, “Have something sweet. It’ll brighten your mood.” He then cast a knowing glance at both Dominic and Bryan, subtly joining their competition.
Looking at the assortment of food crowding my plate, I couldn’t help but feel both amused and a little overwhelmed.
“I’ll eat everything you cook. I love it all.” Hoping to prevent any further disputes, I readied myself to tackle the feast before me.
Outside, a gentle rain began to fall. Droplets spattered against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to the warm atmosphere inside.
As I sat there, enjoying the meal they had prepared, a profound sense of warmth enveloped me. I found myself wishing that time could stop, capturing this moment forever.
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