Chapter 511

Sage assumed that Ian had left. Yet, when she emerged from the bathroom after freshening up, she caught a whiff of something delicious wafting from the living room.

Sage walked out of her room and found Ian setting up breakfast. On the table weren't just the usual staples like eggs and avocado toasts, but also street food like tacos, hot dogs, and a pot pie.

"Good morning," Ian greeted her casually when he noticed her. "I bought these near the hotel. I've prepared something light and heavy."

"But the hotel offers a buffet breakfast with a wide variety of options. Why'd you go through all this trouble?" she asked.

He responded calmly, "You once said you preferred street food."

She did say that. On the rare occasions when he came home for dinner, she would ramble on and on about these things just to spark conversation.

He clearly hadn't paid much attention when she said that, so how could he remember these things and bring them up now?

Ignoring the expectant look in his eyes, s