Chapter 79 Breakfast for Him

Seated beside him, the man lifted a glass of red wine and began to sip. Minutes passed. The two savored their wine in quiet companionship. Vivian Donovan watched a variety show, her laughter easily triggered—she burst out laughing repeatedly. When especially amused, she even patted Bernard Jacobson on the shoulder. "Look at them, hahaha, I'm dying! That guy's such a fool." "Oh my gosh, I can't, I can't—this is too funny, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts." "Ice needs to stay cold. Wrapping it in a blanket will only melt it faster. Goodness, does he have zero common sense? So ridiculous, so cute." The vast apartment, when occupied solely by Bernard, was always silent—so quiet it lacked any sense of warmth or life. But with Vivian here, Bernard experienced something entirely new. It felt like a home—filled with laughter and joy. He found himself immersed in it, no longer aware of the usual stillness and coldness. He watched Vivian laugh like a child. She seemed to have let her guard