Chapter 63 

He figured the other party would probably agree. 

Soren thought the same. 

He typed back, “Set up a meeting. Let’s sit down with them.” 

“And tell them, if they have any conditions–anything Fawkes Enterprises can do–we’ll make it happen.” 

“Yes, sir!” Gregory replied quickly. 

After sending the message, Soren glanced at his phone and noticed that Evangeline still hadn’t messaged him since last night. 

She was really holding her ground this time. 

He didn’t dwell on it. Instead, Soren got up, washed up, and changed clothes. 

He planned to take Poppy out for breakfast. 

Macy’s cooking had been… odd, to say the least. 

So odd, in fact, that just thinking about having to eat at the villa made Soren’s stomach twist a little. 

But as he headed downstairs, he saw Poppy in the kitchen, laughing as she helped Macy. 

Her hand was still bandaged from last night’s injury; she had to be careful not to expose it to heat or cold, so she was awkwardly using her palm to balance the plates as she set the table. 

She looked clumsy, but so earnest that Soren felt a pang of guilt. 

“You’re still hurt. Leave this to Macy,” he said, walking over. 

Poppy smiled as she placed the last plate on the table, then set a clean fork in front 

of him. “It’s really nothing–just helping out. Macy already keeps this place 

spotless, so giving her a hand with breakfast isn’t a big deal.” 

Macy beamed, practically glowing with pride. “This is hardly a little thing! Miss Yates made breakfast herself today.” 

“Her cooking is wonderful, honestly. Just look at this spread–it’s both beautiful and delicious.” 

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Chapter 63 

Soren finally took in the table, now loaded with a variety of breakfast dishes. 

He realized today’s meal was much more refined than usual. 

It actually made him hungry for once. 

He sat down, and Poppy took the seat across from him. She picked up a soft, steaming dumpling and placed it on his plate, grinning. “I learned how to make these when I worked part–time at a restaurant during New Year’s abroad. Give it a try.” 

Soren took a bite. 

It was much better–normal, even. The taste was far superior to the past few days. 

But for some reason, he found himself thinking of the breakfasts he used to share with Evangeline. 

Back then, the food seemed to taste different–better, somehow. 

A strange sense of loss rose in his chest. 

Realizing he was slipping into thoughts of Evangeline again, Soren forced himself to push it away, his expression unreadable. 

Seeing Soren’s reaction to breakfast, Macy let out a sigh of relief. She exchanged a glance with Poppy, then turned to Soren with a smile. “Mr. Fawkes, Miss Yates is so thoughtful and diligent.” 

“You’re a man, so maybe you don’t realize–housework may look simple, but it’s actually time–consuming. Having Miss Yates help with breakfast saves me a lot of effort, and it seems like you really enjoy her food. Why not let Miss Yates stay at the villa?” 

Soren frowned, shooting Macy a sharp glance. He let out a short, cold laugh. “And what exactly do you take Poppy for?” 

“If you want to hand off your work to her, maybe I should just hire a new housekeeper who can do everything–including breakfast.” 

Macy’s face went slack with shock. 

The job at the villa was easy, the pay was excellent, and the perks were hard to beat. Even when she’d quietly taken a few things from the house, Soren hadn’t cared. 

Opportunities like this were unheard of–especially with a boss like Soren: easy on the eyes, never fussy, and never picking fights. 

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She was only here because of Helena’s connection. If Soren decided to find a 

replacement, he’d have no trouble at all. 

Panicked, she blurted, “Mr. Fawkes, that’s not what I meant!” 

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