She thought it was Wilbur.
But to her surprise, it was a completely different man standing at the door. A sudden wave of disappointment washed over her.
The man spoke with utmost respect. "Miss Chase, Mr. Prescott ordered this breakfast for you, and here is a gift he wanted you to have."
He shoved the items into Claire's arms. By the time she processed what was happening, the man was already walking away.
Claire carried the bags inside. The moment she sat down, a message from Wilbur popped up on her phone.
[You can be mad at me, but you still need to eat on time. Your body is too delicate. You couldn't even handle three rounds.]
Furious, Claire fired back: [Get the hell out.]
Wilbur replied instantly: [Already out.]
The breakfast was from her favorite Hong Kong-style dim sum spot, complete with her beloved tarts and a smoothie. After an entire night of intense physical exertion, she was absolutely starving.
As she ate, Claire opened the gift bag. Inside was a jewelry box. She popped the last piece of tart into her mouth, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, and then carefully opened the box.
When she saw what was inside, tears immediately pricked her eyes.
It was one of her mother's designs.
Her lifelong dream was to collect all of her mother's work. She had mentioned it to Wilbur once, never expecting him to remember. Over the past year, he had quietly tracked down and bought back six of her mother's pieces for her.
She snapped the box shut, blinking back the moisture in her eyes, and let out a soft huff. "At least he's thoughtful."

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