He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 793

Sebastian obviously knew this too, choosing not to call out her fragile ego.

"Dr. Solomon Lynch is arriving in Coralia later to check on Skye," he said, smoothly pivoting the conversation. "Solomon is Professor Xander."

Helena frowned, but it clicked a second later.

She genuinely hadn't expected the youngest son of the prestigious Lynch family to secretly be the legendary Professor Xander.

He rarely ever appeared in the media.

But high society was well aware of his eccentric reputation.

Honestly, even if people knew his true identity, there was nothing they could do to force his hand.

She offered a muted hum of acknowledgment.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked, smartly changing the subject.

"I don't want to eat," she replied with a blank expression.

He stared at her. "Are you just throwing a tantrum, or are you genuinely not hungry?"

She didn't answer immediately.

She figured it was a bit of both.

She hated standard hotel breakfasts.

Plus, her appetite was practically nonexistent.

As she stood there in silence, she suddenly wondered if she had been possessed by Skye.

Recently, the little girl had kept demanding the specific porridge Sebastian bought.

It turned out he had cooked it himself.

And now, to her absolute horror, she found herself craving the exact same thing.

Her brows knitted together in disgust at her own absurdity.

But when facing him, she kept it brutally simple. "I don't want pre-packaged hotel food."

He simply stared at her, not saying a word.

It was as if he was analyzing the hidden meaning behind her request.

She didn't offer any further explanation.

"Right," he finally replied with a low hum.

Then, he turned and walked out.

She frowned at his retreating back, completely failing to read him.

She pushed the thought aside.

A moment later, she called Skye.

She watched as he pulled the containers out of the bag.

Then, she was the one who lost her words.

Because the food was clearly made by him, not a hotel chef. It was obvious at first glance.

"Eat. If you don't like it, we'll figure something else out," he said in a low voice.

He stepped closer to her.

The moment he did, she caught the distinct scent of cooking grease clinging to his crisp shirt.

He had obviously been slaving away in a kitchen.

She figured he must have commandeered one of the hotel's kitchens.

She had no idea how he managed it, but then again, money usually solved everything.

The Sliced Fish Congee he set down genuinely sparked her appetite.

She didn't play hard to get, lowering her head to eat quietly.

Not only had he made the congee, but he had also prepared some Pickled Side Dishes to go with it.

"Do you like it?" he asked softly.

She frowned, looking up at him with blatant disgust. "Can you go take a shower?"