Chapter 100 Breakfast In Bed
The next morning, Derek woke earlier than usual. Soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle golden glow. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, then turned his head.
Rebecca was still asleep beside him.
Her breathing was slow and even, her face calm in a way he rarely saw when she was awake. A loose strand of hair rested against her cheek, and one hand was curled slightly against the pillow as if seeking warmth. For a long moment, Derek simply watched her, a quiet tenderness settling in his chest.
She looked… peaceful. Untouched by the storms that had shaken their lives for so long.
He didn’t move at first.
He just lay there, memorizing the small details—the faint crease between her brows even in sleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her body unconsciously leaned closer to his side of the bed. It made him remember the early days of their marriage, when she had placed a pillow between them like a silent wall. Now there was nothing separating them.
A faint, almost nostalgic smile touched his lips.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slipped out of bed. The cool air brushed against his skin, but he ignored it. Quietly, he made his way out of the room, closing the door with gentle care.
Downstairs, the house was still calm. The only sound was the faint clinking of utensils from the kitchen. When Derek walked in, the cook looked up immediately, surprise flashing across her face.
"Sir? You’re awake already?" she asked, clearly not expecting to see him.
Derek nodded casually and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "Yes. And today, I’ll be preparing breakfast."
The cook froze, blinking in disbelief. "You… want to cook Sir?"
"For Rebecca and me," he replied simply, as though it required no explanation.
She opened her mouth to protest. "Sir, I can prepare it quickly..."
He lifted his hand gently, stopping her. "It’s fine. I want to do it myself."
Something in his tone made her step aside, though the surprise still lingered on her face. Derek moved around the kitchen with quiet focus, opening cupboards and gathering what he needed. He toasted the bread carefully, making sure it didn’t burn. He cracked the eggs into the pan, watching attentively as they fried. Then he prepared the tea, measuring everything with unusual precision, as though each detail carried meaning.
Soon, the warm scent of breakfast filled the kitchen.
When everything was ready, he arranged the tray neatly, toast, perfectly fried eggs, and two cups of tea. He paused for a moment, looking at it. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was thoughtful, and somehow, that felt more important.
Taking a steady breath, he carried the tray upstairs.
When he re-entered the bedroom, Rebecca was still asleep in the same position. He placed the tray quietly on the bedside table and sat beside her. Watching her sleep like this softened something deep inside him.
He reached out slowly and brushed the loose strand of hair away from her cheek.
"Becca…" he called softly.
She stirred faintly but didn’t wake.
He leaned closer, his voice even gentler. "Rebecca, wake up."
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. For a second, she looked disoriented, still caught between sleep and reality. Then her gaze shifted to the tray, and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Derek?" she asked, pushing herself up slightly. "What’s this?"
He smiled faintly. "Breakfast."
She blinked, looking from the tray back to him, confusion clearly written on her face. "Are we celebrating something?" She asked, as she slowly sat up.
"Nothing," he replied calmly. "I just wanted to cook breakfast for my wife."
Her brows furrowed. "Just… like that?"
He chuckled softly at her disbelief. "Yes. But first, let’s freshen up before eating."
Still confused but slightly touched, she nodded slowly. "Okay…"
She slipped out of bed and headed to their bathroom, while Derek went to the guest room to freshen up. As the water ran over him, he allowed himself a quiet smile. It felt strange… but right. Doing small things for her, not out of duty, but because he genuinely wanted to, he never thought he would one day prepare breakfast in bed for a lady, but now he enjoys doing it.
When he returned, Rebecca was already seated on the bed, staring thoughtfully at the tray as if it held some hidden meaning. The sight made him smile again. Her confusion only made her look more beautiful.
He sat beside her, saying nothing as they began to eat.
Rebecca took small bites, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. Every few seconds, she glanced at him, trying to read his expression. He, on the other hand, ate calmly, as though nothing unusual was happening.
In her head, questions kept forming.
There was no anniversary. No birthday. No special occasion she could recall.
So why was he suddenly being so attentive?
After they finished eating, a staff member came to clear the tray. They both dressed for the day, Derek for work, Rebecca for another quiet day at home. Derek stood before the mirror adjusting his tie, while Rebecca quietly observed him, still puzzled. She opened her mouth as if to ask something, then stopped, unsure how to phrase the question without sounding overly suspicious.
As Derek picked up his car keys and walked toward the door, he suddenly paused. He turned back and walked toward her again.
Before she could react, he leaned forward and gently pecked her on the cheek.
Rebecca froze instantly, her eyes widening in shock.
"I’ll see you later, Babe," he said casually, as though he hadn’t just made her heart skip a beat.
Then he walked out.
The door clicked shut, leaving her standing there, completely stunned. Slowly, she lifted her hand and touched the cheek he had kissed, her face growing warm.
"What is going on with him today…" she whispered softly, both confused and strangely comforted at the same time.