CHAPTER 125 A BIRTHDAY GIFT

“Time for breakfast,” she called out. Kennedy’s gaze lifted. He snapped the computer shut and made his way to the dining room. The tantalizing aroma of the breakfast filled the room. Visually appealing, it was hard to resist. A grin tugged at Kennedy’s lips as he settled into his chair. “Does this mean I can look forward to such royal treatment every day?” As his partner now, was it too surreal to believe? “Do you expect me to cater to you every morning? We share a bed, but I am not your maid,” Bella retorted softly, biting into her sandwich. Kennedy sipped his coffee, his tone nonchalant. “I wouldn’t dream of making you a servant. If you ever tire of preparing breakfast, I’ll arrange for it to be delivered.” At this, Bella chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “You truly embody arrogance.” Kennedy’s brows arched in surprise. “Well then, should I be the one making breakfast?” “Why not? Who dictated that in a partnership, the woman must take up cooking and cleaning?” Bella countered.