Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 301

Sebastian hadn't been lying to Elara just to play the pity card.

He genuinely lived alone in his new place, and he had indeed dismissed the maids, chefs, and even Harrison.

However, neither his grandfather nor Harrison trusted his ability to function independently.

Even though Sebastian specifically told them not to bother with weekend breakfasts, Harrison had checked with Finnian Fletcher to confirm Sebastian had no morning meetings, and then personally delivered breakfast from the main estate.

When Sebastian replied to Elara's text, he had just walked into his dining room and popped the lid off the insulated carrier Harrison had left on the table. Inside was a lavish, piping-hot breakfast.

There was a fresh latte, warm croissants, a delicate truffle omelet, and a hearty breakfast hash. Over by the espresso machine, Harrison had even left a perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

When Sebastian ate alone, he rarely sat formally at the dining table. He usually grazed on whatever was easiest to grab. Harrison knew his habits well, which was why the spread was designed for someone eating on the go.

A sticky note clung to the insulated bag, detailing the exact time the food was prepared to ensure optimal freshness.

It had been made exactly thirty-five minutes ago. Factoring in the drive from the main estate, Harrison must have left barely ten minutes prior—right when Sebastian was obsessing over his outfit in the closet.

If Elara hadn't invited him over, Sebastian probably would have just grabbed a croissant and inhaled the coffee in his car.

But the moment he saw Elara's message, Sebastian didn't hesitate for a single second. His thumbs flew across the screen: "Yes!"

"I'm on my way!"

Hitting send, he casually snapped the lid back onto the gourmet breakfast, turned on his heel, and strode out of the dining room.

The drive was short, and the morning traffic was nonexistent.

By the time he arrived at Elara’s door, she had just finished heating up the tagliatelle. The savory aroma filled the air, the steam curling upward off the hot broth.

Jocelyn and Melody had already finished eating, the table neatly wiped down, leaving only a small dish of pickled vegetables in the center.

Assuming a grown man would have a substantial appetite, Elara had cooked the rest of the pasta and poured every last piece of the tender brisket over the top.

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