The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 658

Leilani picked up her fork and lifted a strand of noodles. They had the perfect bite, the broth was savory and fragrant, and the egg was cooked just right, its yolk still soft and runny.

A cake and noodles. Leilani wondered what ungodly hour Yvonne must have started her work.

Looking up, Leilani felt a pang of concern for her. “What time did you even start all this? Baking a cake, then making noodles… You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I don’t even care that much about my birthday.”

Yvonne shook her head obediently. “It’s not as dramatic as you think, Leilani.” Making the cake was a bit time-consuming, she admitted, but it was only once a year. After everything Leilani had done for her, from her recovery to helping her after she ran away from home, pulling an all-nighter was nothing.

As for the noodles, that was much simpler.

“I used a chicken broth base,” Yvonne explained, pointing at the bowl. “I started it last night, so this morning I just had to finish the soup and cook the noodles.”

So, Leilani had no reason to feel guilty.

Leilani knew Yvonne was trying to ease her mind. A warmth spread through her as she took another bite. “It’s delicious.”

Yvonne’s eyes curved into crescents. “That’s good! I was worried it might be too bland…”

Leilani shook her head. “No, it’s just right.”

The two ate their breakfast in comfortable silence as sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the table.

But Leilani had no idea this was only the first surprise of the day. The second one arrived shortly after.

Jarvis smiled, satisfied, and turned to leave.

…

In the living room, Yvonne leaned in curiously. “Leilani, hurry and open them!”

Leilani placed the wooden box on the table and gently opened it. Inside was a beautiful handcrafted stoneware coffee set, the pot intricately carved with pine and crane motifs. Beside it was a tin of premium coffee.

“Dante must have known you love coffee. He probably had this custom-made by a specialty ceramics studio.”

Leilani’s fingertips gently brushed against the smooth, warm surface of the coffee pot, her heart warming. The set was chosen perfectly to her taste. Every time she visited Dante at the estate, she would sit and have coffee with him.