Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

The next morning, Debbie got up bright and early to make breakfast herself. She wasn't exactly a great cook, so she had Carol by her side giving instructions.
But most of the time, it was Carol doing the actual cooking while Debbie just stirred a few things here and there and then happily took the credit.
When Dylan got up, Debbie eagerly brought the food over to him and said with a smile, "Dylan, I made this myself. Try it and see if you like it."
Because she'd seen how much he ate last night, she assumed he had a huge appetite and made a lot.
To show how much she valued him, she even made some fancy and complicated dishes like Beef Wellington and grilled fish. The breakfast spread was even more extravagant than a regular dinner.
Dylan looked at the table full of rich, oily dishes, and his brow twitched. 'Who on earth eats something this heavy first thing in the morning?' he thought.
Still, out of politeness, he sat down. But after just one bite, he put down his fork. "I'm full. Thanks for the meal."
Debbie's expectant smile froze on her face. She stared at Dylan in disbelief and said, "You only had one bite. How can you be full already?
"You ate so much last night. Was it not to your liking? Just tell me what you like—I'll go make it for you right now."
Dylan said, "I'm really full. No need to cook anything else. I'm leaving. Please tell Bradley and Garrett about this." He left without another word.
As soon as the front door closed, Debbie finally broke down and burst into tears, feeling wronged. She sobbed, "Mom, what were you thinking?! Why'd you make everything taste so awful? Now he won't even eat it.
"I can't believe I even claimed I made that awful food. What if he thinks I actually cook like that and gets totally turned off?"
Even Carol, who usually spoiled her daughter, couldn't help but get angry when she heard that.
She scolded, "You eat my cooking every day—don't you know what it tastes like by now? And you know how bad your own cooking is. And now you're blaming me? You think you could've done better?
"I told you not to go all-out for breakfast. But you wouldn't listen! Who makes something this fancy in the morning, like it's some imperial banquet?"
Debbie stomped her foot. "Then why didn't you just stop me?"
Just then, Garrett came downstairs. After getting a sense of what was going on, he said with a stern face, "Enough with the fighting.
"He clearly just doesn't like eating food made by other people. Last night, he only ate so much because the food was made by Ollie."
Debbie refused to believe it. "No way! He hates her. Why would he like her cooking?!"
Garrett said, "Have you all forgotten? For the past three years, Ollie has cooked every single meal for him. If he didn't like it, why would she keep doing it for that long?
"Maybe he's in love and doesn't even realize it. Sometimes people say the opposite of what they really feel."
Debbie's face turned pale. She couldn't even think of a comeback. She thought, 'Dad's right. If Dylan never ate the food Olivia made, why would she keep cooking for him every day? She only kept at it because he ate it.'
Debbie covered her face and ran back to her room, crying. Garrett shook his head and let out a sigh.
That morning, Olivia took her grandfather to the hospital for a full check-up. After she got him home, she returned to her and Dylan's place in the afternoon.
Back in her room, she opened her laptop and started revising a script she was working on. She couldn't hold down a regular job in the country—her biological father would ruin any opportunity she got.