Tiara's POV...
"Sweetheart. is my son being nice to you?" Dad asked me when they were taking breakfast together in the morning.
I nodded as I stole a glance at Dylan who was talking with Henry. "Yeah, dad. He is so nice to me." I couldn't disagree. How could I? He was really so sweet from the very beginning.
Instantly Dylan's gaze moved at me, looking stunned. "I heard someone praising me."
"Whatever." I narrowed my gaze at him as I stood up.
He clenched his jaw and held my hand. "Where are you going?" He asked with a blank face.
"Kitchen. I will help the maids." I tried to ignore his gaze.
"Eat breakfast with us first." He demanded.
I sighed. "I told you before I don't eat breakfast." I bet he cleary remembered it.
He shook his head. "Correction: you didn't. But you will From today." His voice was more demanding now. I knew he wasn't ordering. He wouldn't do that.
