Chapter 821 I Fear This Could Be a Dream

• As the moment for his departure approached, Matthew lingered by the door, his fingers gripping the frame tightly, tears glistening in his eyes, and a reluctant expression painted on his face. "Milly, I really need to leave ... What time do you plan to wake up tomorrow? I could bring you some ravioli from the hotel."
• Milly responded with a polite smile, maintaining a respectful distance. "There's no need to go out of your way, Mr. Matthew. I can just grab something quick for breakfast."
• Matthew immediately countered, "How can you settle for a quick breakfast? Morning time is essential for setting the tone of the day; you have to eat properly! If you're not in the mood for ravioli, how about a traditional breakfast? Milk and toast?"