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    Julia, who was about to serve up his te, overheard his words and grinned in surprise. “You are so little yet already know how to cook?”


    Patrick puffed out his chest, looking proud. “I can make spaghetti, and I’m a pro at ordering takeout!”


    Julia chuckled. “What a champ. Ellie’s lucky to have you as her son.”


    One by one, the Harper family trickled downstairs to have breakfast, filling the dining room with chatter and the clink of tes. Brenna was still digging into her breakfast when a familiar voice piped up behind her. “Wow, this looks incredible.”


    It was Ethan, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine in a sleek ck bespoke suit. He quickly greeted Shepard and Giselle. Giselle, who was fond of Ethan, lit up with a warm smile. “Ethan, have you eaten yet? If not, you can join us.”


    Ethan shot a quick nce at Dalton and Ernst, then shed a grin as he slid into the seat next to Brenna.


    “Don’t mind if I do. Haven’t had a bite yet, so I’m diving in.”


    Julia hustled over with a fresh set of utensils, setting them neatly in front of Ethan.


    Ethan’s eyes roamed the spread.


    Living solo in his sprawling house, he had a housekeeper, sure, but breakfast was always simple: one boiled egg, two slices of whole-grain toast, and a ss of milk.


    Even back when he had lived with his parents, he had never had such avish breakfast.


    Brenna, curious, tilted her head and said to Ethan, “You live halfway across town. How’d you get here so early?”


    Ethan and Ernst both let out a chuckle, leaving Brenna confused.


    Ernst jumped in, grinning. “Oh, he’s closer than you think. Bought a ce right here in the neighborhood. Moved in yesterday. Says he wants to apany you to work every day.”


    Brenna’s jaw dropped as she turned to Ethan. “Is that true?”


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    Ethan grinned. “Yeah. We are living in the same neighborhood now. Any chance I could swing by for breakfast and dinner every day?”


    Shepard and Giselle shared a quick knowing look.


    Shepard let out a hearty chuckle. “Of course you can. We’d love to have you join our meals. I just hope your parents won’t think we’re stealing you away.”


    Brenna couldn’t resist a yful jab. “If your mom catches wind of this, she might faint from anger again.”


    Ethan shrugged. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve been stirring up trouble since I was a child. My mother is already used to being angry with me; she’s not gonna faint easily.”


    After a pause, he added, “Besides, didn’t I often have meals at your house when I was young?”


    Ernst said, “That was a whole different matter. You should talk this over with your family first. Your mom’s already against you dating Brenna. You sure she won’t storm over here and scold you if she learns of this?”


    Brenna nodded, agreeing with Ernst.


    Ethan just waved it off, unfazed. “It’s fine. I’ve done far worse things than this before.”


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