Love at First Sight? Mr. Harrison Has Been Scheming All Along-Chapter 30: Seeing Sean Harrison Making Breakfast in the Kitchen!

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Seeing Sean Harrison Making Breakfast in the Kitchen!

Either she’d misheard him.

Or the man had expressed himself incorrectly.

Sean Harrison casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water. "Is it so strange that I know how to cook? I think everyone should master some basic life skills."

Only then was Rory Linden certain she hadn’t misheard.

’Did this man right in front of me really just say that *he’d* make breakfast?’

For so many years, she had always assumed that every member of the Harrington Family was born with a silver spoon, their hands never sullied by housework. Forget cooking—even carrying their own bags was considered hard labor.

’Who would have thought that the wealthiest, most powerful man in the Harrington Family, Sean Harrison, actually knew how to cook?’

"No, don’t worry about it!" Rory Linden shook her head so vigorously it was like a pellet drum. "I can cook. Besides, I can just get breakfast at the hospital. I was just asking. I’ll just eat at the hospital."

The Elysian Hospital cafeteria was open for long hours.

It was open to patients, their families, and staff alike.

While lunch and dinner times varied from person to person, breakfast time was surprisingly consistent for everyone.

You often had to wait in line to buy food.

Rory Linden usually chose to just whip up something simple for herself at home.

However...

If she had to choose between having Sean Harrison cook and waiting in line at the cafeteria...

She would definitely choose the latter.

Back at home, Rory Linden heated up her takeout, had a few simple bites, and then went to her room to shower and sleep.

-

In the morning, the alarm clock rang again and again.

Rory Linden groggily opened her eyes to see that it was already bright outside. She lay in bed for another five minutes before finally getting up.

Last night was the first good night’s sleep she’d had in a long time.

She slept soundly until dawn without even dreaming.

Rory Linden quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and walked out of her room.

As soon as she entered the living room, she smelled the fragrant aroma of cooking food.

’It couldn’t be...’

A possibility flashed through Rory Linden’s mind. She hurried to the kitchen and saw Sean Harrison, dressed in a white dress shirt and dark trousers, standing at the stove frying an egg!

Something was simmering in a pot on the stove next to him.

The man’s shirt sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing strong, well-defined forearms.

"Mr. Harrison, let me!"

Rory Linden rushed over, attempting to take the frying pan from him.

But the man turned off the stove a second before she could.

"It’s ready. We can eat now." Sean Harrison looked at Rory Linden, who stood beside him, hesitating to speak. "If you want to help, you can grab a pair of chopsticks."

"Okay."

Only after Rory Linden agreed did she realize she had no idea where the chopsticks were kept.

With a guiding look from the man, she finally managed to find them.

She carried the chopsticks to the dining area, and he followed with two bowls of noodles. Then he went back to the kitchen and returned with two fried eggs and a small jar of chili sauce.

Rory Linden held the small noodle bowl with both hands and said earnestly, "Mr. Harrison, um..."

"If you plan on staying here long-term, you can keep calling me Mr. Harrison."

Sean Harrison emphasized.

Rory Linden bit her lip. "Sean Harrison, um... if you want breakfast, I can get up in the morning and make it. I’m very good at this, and I can make many kinds of breakfast, whether it’s Chinese or Western-style. I’m good at both."

Sean Harrison listened quietly to her "self-promotion" before asking, "You learned how for Miles back then, didn’t you?"

"..."

Rory Linden was at a loss for words.

She had indeed learned most of it for Miles Harrison.

As Young Master Harrison, Miles was an extremely picky eater—he wouldn’t eat this, and he wouldn’t eat that.

Some things he’d love for a few days, only to decide he hated them a few days later.

Rory Linden had no choice but to learn how to make a wide variety of dishes to keep things interesting.

It wasn’t because she loved him.

It was just that she was living under someone else’s roof and wanted to try her best to please the young master of the house, so she could at least console herself that this, too, was a form of contribution.

Even though she didn’t pay for the groceries, she was the one who cooked the meals.

"I let you move in, but not to be this family’s maid." Sean Harrison twisted open the jar of chili sauce for her. "I’ll tell you when I need you to do something. You don’t have to put yourself in such a low position. Here, we’re equals."

When Sean Harrison said these things, his tone was always calm.

It held no excessive emotion, nor much warmth.

But Rory Linden could feel his respect for her.

He wasn’t treating her as a maid’s daughter, or as a maid herself.

But as an equal member of the household.

Rory Linden used her chopsticks to scoop some chili from the sauce into her bowl, then pushed the jar toward the man.

"No, thanks." Sean Harrison shook his head. "The doctor said I can’t eat spicy food for a while."

"Pfft..."

Rory Linden couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

It was the first time someone had said that to her with such a straight face.

She screwed the lid back on the chili sauce and asked, "About yesterday, when you helped me move my books... is your arm okay?"

Sean Harrison said flatly, "I don’t know."

"Then when I get back from work, I’ll take a look at it for you."

Rory Linden said it without thinking.

As long as it didn’t need stitches, the supplies for simple wound care could be bought at any pharmacy; it wasn’t necessary to go to a hospital.

Sean Harrison picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, his gaze fixed on the food before him. "Mm," he grunted.

After breakfast, Sean Harrison dropped Rory Linden off at the hospital on his way to the office.

Sean Harrison’s own tech company had a standalone office building in Veridia’s tech park.

His main office was located there.

As for the Harrington Family’s company, he had hired a professional manager to run it.

Sean Harrison had just taken the elevator to the top floor of the office building.

As he stepped out, his secretary approached him. "President Harrison, Young Master Harrison is waiting for you in the lounge."

At this company, Miles Harrison didn’t even qualify for the title of "Young President Harrison"; he could only be called "Young Master Harrison."

"Have him come to my office."

Sean Harrison didn’t break his stride, heading straight for his office.

He had a flight to catch to go out of town soon, and he needed to be back before Rory Linden got off work.

His schedule was tight, with no time to spare for Miles Harrison.

He had just stepped into his office when Miles Harrison walked in.

"Uncle, the Shaw Family’s company is in trouble. Some of their projects have even been halted due to funding issues." Miles Harrison spoke as he walked in. "There’s no way you don’t know about something this big."

With Sean Harrison’s connections and information network in Veridia...

It was absolutely impossible for him not to know.

Sean Harrison stood at his desk, not even having time to sit down, as he processed several urgent files his assistant had marked.

"I know." He didn’t even look up as he spoke.

"Then our engagement now plays right into the Shaw Family’s hands! They needed to stabilize their shareholders and creditors, and the timing of my engagement to Lucy Shaw is perfect for them. I heard that as soon as the news got out, a bank already gave them another loan!"

Miles Harrison was getting agitated.

’In this engagement, I’ve become a pawn for the Shaw Family to use!’

Miles Harrison felt that he was representing the Harrington Family.

’There’s no way Sean Harrison would let his own nephew be played like this by the Shaw Family!’

Sean Harrison finished reading and signing the few documents in his hand.

Only then did he look up at Miles Harrison and say, in the indulgent tone of an elder speaking to a junior, "It’s rare that you like someone as much as you like Miss Shaw. It doesn’t matter if our family takes a small loss."