The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 893

The Lucky he mentioned was his large Golden Retriever, who was currently sprawled out lazily in his dog bed, still sound asleep.

Considering how late they had gotten back last night, Leonie couldn't believe Dorian was up this early.

"Aren't you exhausted? Or do you always wake up at the crack of dawn?"

Dorian glanced over his shoulder. "No, I usually sleep in late. But I have guests today, and I couldn't just let you all starve."

He set out a massive feast: steak and sunny-side-up eggs, freshly brewed coffee, and tall stacks of golden pancakes.

Leonie stared at the decadent spread, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

"You made all of this? How long did this even take you? My god."

Counting the portions, there was exactly enough for the four of them. Had he been up since the middle of the night?

"It didn't take long. I have a four-burner stove, so it goes fast. Took about an hour and a half. Are your two little sidekicks still asleep?"

It took Leonie a second to realize he meant Chris and Celia.

"They are not my sidekicks."

She certainly didn't have the clout to make the heir and heiress of the Langford family trail behind her like groupies.

Dorian shot her a look, then placed a plate of steak and eggs in front of her, thoughtfully handing her a knife and fork.

"I figured you three weren't siblings. Just those two."

After their brief time together, Leonie had developed a strange sense of trust in Dorian. She gave a soft "Mm" of agreement, then used her fork to pierce the egg yolk, watching the rich golden center spill perfectly onto her plate.

Paired with toasted bread, the first bite was pure bliss. The steak next to it was seared to absolute perfection—medium-well, no blood in sight, yet incredibly tender and flavorful.

With every bite she took, Leonie's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

"Oh my god, did you really cook this? Honestly, you shouldn't be working as a waiter. You need to open your own restaurant. This tastes just as good as a Michelin-star chef's cooking."

Whenever the Everhart family didn't feel like cooking, her parents would hire chefs from five-star hotels to prepare meals at home, but Leonie had never tasted a steak quite this incredible. It had a perfect crust and melted in her mouth.

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