Delivery at Doorstep
Early the next morning.
Irving got up early from his bed. Before he even opened the bedroom door, he could hear faint sounds coming from downstairs. When he went downstairs, he found freshly made fried egg sandwiches and a cup of warm milk on the table.
"You're awake?" Vicky just came out from the kitchen and smiled, "Irving, hurry up and have a taste. I learned how to make it from online videos. Luckily, there were some bread and other ingredients in the fridge."
"Okay." Irving nodded.
It was just past eight, and he was surprised that Vicky, a lady born into a wealthy family, would get up so early to prepare breakfast for him.
Ever since the death of Irving's parents, it had been a while since he had such a breakfast.
Although his past experiences had hardened his heart, at this moment, it felt as if something was being touched, and he inexplicably felt a sense of warmth.