Chapter 295 Yvette Made Breakfast for Me

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails nearly dug into my skin. As I stood before the wishing fountain, Yvette was all I could think about. My first wish was simple. I hoped that no matter what hardships she faced, things would always go her way, and all her dreams would come true. My second wish was for her to notice me sooner, to realize that I mattered more than her endless work. As for my third wish, I wished she'd be there with me every year on my birthday. That she'd bake me a cake and cook all my favorite dishes, just like how I always racked my brain to surprise her. Deep down, I knew that Yvette had been pampered since childhood. She had probably never even touched a kitchen knife. She might not even be able to tell the difference between a potato and a sweet potato. Expecting her to cook for me was nothing but wishful thinking. Still, I made that wish. Like a fool, I wrote all these unrealistic dreams in my journal. That night, after freshening up, I lay in bed,