Chapter 58

I looked up at him, disbelief written all over my face. During my time at The Hawthorne Dynasty, Alexander had always been distant—neither cold nor warm, neither particularly distant nor particularly close. So how could he suddenly show up with a cake? "Don’t like it?" Alexander asked, noticing my expression. I shook my head, then quickly nodded. How could I not like it? I had seen classmates eat it before. This bakery’s cakes were expensive, and I’d been lucky enough to try their matcha cake once. The taste was unforgettable. Back then, my father’s salary was enough to support the two of us. He’d never been stingy with me. But afternoon cakes, like afternoon tea, were a luxury—something precious for a family like ours. "I’m glad you like it," Alexander said with a faint smile, before turning and heading upstairs. I sat there, dazed, staring at the paper bag in front of me. I still couldn’t quite believe it. Only when Alexander was almost at the top