Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 226

“Come on, tell me if you like any of these.”

Connor pulled Lydia over to the small dining table and started setting out all the dishes he’d kept warm for her.

Lydia’s eyes widened at the display. Her stomach practically started growling. There was pan-seared French foie gras, black truffle soup, sizzling black pepper steak, plus chocolate mousse, tiramisu, a fruit platter, fruit tea, and even milk.

It was basically a feast for royalty.

“Eat while it’s hot.”

Connor grabbed a ladle and poured her a steaming bowl of pumkin soup.

Lydia looked at him and said, “You should have some too.”

She picked up her utensils, sliced her steak in half, and moved half to another plate for Connor.

Connor couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright.”

Honestly, he hadn’t eaten dinner either. He’d been waiting for her all this time, and Lydia could tell, which was why she’d made him eat with her. Still, even as a grown man, Connor didn’t eat as much as Lydia.

Lydia was really hungry. She sat across from Connor and ate without a hint of pretense, not a trace of the fake daintiness you’d expect from a pampered heiress.

Connor watched her, and his usually cold eyes softened completely. The way she enjoyed her dinner so happily made him feel more satisfied than closing any billion-dollar deal.

Every now and then, Lydia glanced up at him. She couldn’t help but think he was ridiculously good-looking, like some piece of art the gods had taken their sweet time sculpting. One look from him could probably make a thousand girls swoon.

“Are you full?”

Connor’s voice was gentle as he watched her set down her fork.

Lydia grinned. “I’m stuffed. You barely ate anything, though.”

Most of the food had ended up in her stomach.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Thank you for dinner.”

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