Lilah couldn't help but wonder how Gerard managed to make his purchase so swiftly.

“Did you book ahead? How did you manage to buy breakfast from this store?" she asked, perplexed.

Gerard laid out breakfast on her bedside table, his movements deliberate as he unwrapped the package. “I don't bother with reservations," he said casually.

“Why?" Lilah furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of Gerard's quick return.

Of course, she knew Gerard was from the wealthy Harris family. But rules were rules.

Gerard's next words caught Lilah off guard.

From the package emerged a bag of delicate pastries accompanied by Gerard's soft voice. “That place? It belongs to the Harris Group.”

Lilah's eyes widened in surprise.

“Your family owns Grace's Breakfast?"

She hadn't seen that coming.

Now she couldn't help but wonder why all the places she liked seemed to be owned by him.

Everyone said he was extremely wealthy, and it seemed to be true.

Gerard chuckled at her reaction. "Why the surprised look? You think their breakfast is good?" he asked.

He thought it tasted good.

Besides, there was a branch near the hospital, too, which was pretty convenient.

Lilah nodded, slowly sitting up, careful not to aggravate her back injury.

The store was renowned for its delectable pastries, which was why it was always booked solid.

Gerard placed the pastries within her reach, offering his support.

“Take your time," he said, placing a pillow behind her.

As Lilah settled against the headboard, she listened to Gerard. “If you want more later," he was saying, “just help yourself. You don't need to make reservations. I'll just let the shop know. Let's eat first, shall we?"

Gerard gestured toward the pastries.

A soft smile graced Lilah's lips as she reached for a pastry.

“Open your mouth," Gerard suddenly said in a low and raspy voice.

"Huh?" Lilah's brows furrowed as she met the man's intense gaze, a hint of confusion in her eyes.