Chapter 866

"Why does her breakfast look different from what we had?" Jasper asked, his brows furrowed in curiosity. The maid smiled politely. "Mr. Jasper, this breakfast was prepared early this morning by Mr. Quinn himself. He made sure we kept it warm for Ms. Murray." Jasper let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. So that's why Wilson was up so early—cooking breakfast for Yvette. "Wilson," Jasper started, glancing over at his brother. "The maids already had breakfast prepared. Why go through the trouble of making more?" Wilson looked at him coolly, taking his time to respond. "She prefers my cooking." At this moment, Jasper felt like he should've just kept quiet. He was momentarily at a loss for words. Finally, he muttered under his breath, "Man, I didn't ask for this much PDA…" Wilson gave him a dismissive glance, his tone dry as he said, "How can you compare to my baby?" Jasper blinked, stunned by the blatant favoritism. "Wow," was all he managed to say. Meanwhile, Yvett