Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 384

In Willow's mind, making 'too much' breakfast meant an extra bowl of oatmeal or a few too many slices of toast. But when she saw the dining table, she realized how painfully limited her imagination was.

There was oatmeal, sure, but it was surrounded by a massive spread of artisanal bacon, imported cheeses, an array of delicate pastries, a perfectly seared steak with eggs, and an assortment of fresh fruits. It looked less like a home-cooked meal and more like a luxury brunch buffet at a five-star hotel.

"This is a bit exaggerated, don't you think?" Willow gasped, staring at the feast.

"It's fine," Silas said calmly. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I prepared a little bit of everything."

"I'm really not picky. I eat whatever," she replied.

Staring at the table, another thought struck her. "You didn't make all of this by yourself, did you?"

"Some of it yes, some of it no," Silas answered honestly.

"Oh, good. Thank goodness." If he had cooked the entire spread himself, he would have been up all night.

Seeing the visible relief on her face, Silas decided to have a little fun. "What? So cooking a whole table of food is exhausting, but making just a few dishes isn't?"

"That's not what I meant," Willow hurried to explain. "Cooking a few dishes is still hard work, but compared to all this, it's at least a bit more manageable."

Knowing full well what she meant, Silas continued to tease her. "I actually burned my hand making this for you."

He extended his right hand. His fingers were long, elegant, and usually immaculate. But now, a stark, angry red burn marked the back of his hand, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

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