Chapter 586
Chapter 585:
The image — the elite socialite and billionaire’s wife cooking her own breakfast — was a stark contrast to the public’s expectation of servants and private chefs. A viewer took a screenshot and posted it immediately. “Jocelyn Wolfe, the woman who married the mystery heir, is live-streaming herself making breakfast. #TheCollinsHeir.” The tweet was instantly picked up by fashion bloggers and gossip accounts. The viewer count began climbing exponentially, jumping from hundreds to thousands within minutes.
Jocelyn, entirely unaware of the digital storm gathering around her, was simply following a craving. The strange, metallic taste that had become her constant companion demanded something simple and plain. Scrambled eggs.
Mrs. Higgins appeared in the kitchen doorway and offered to take over. Jocelyn smiled and waved her off, saying she wanted to do it herself today.
The chat erupted again.
“She’s so down-to-earth! She actually cooks p>
“That housekeeper’s uniform probably costs more than my yearly salary p>
Jocelyn dropped two slices of bread into the high-end toaster. While she waited, she was drawn toward the movement of a bird on the balcony. The toaster popped with a sharp click. She turned back and pulled out the bread.
It was slightly charred around the edges.
She wrinkled her nose — a small, involuntary expression of annoyance. The camera hidden in the bookshelf captured it perfectly. The chat flooded with warmth.
𝗥e𝖼оm𝘮𝗲n𝘥 𝘵𝗼 уо𝗎r 𝗳𝗿𝗂𝘦𝘯𝘥𝗌
Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. Gaston walked into the kitchen wearing a simple grey t-shirt and dark sweatpants, his hair still disheveled from sleep. He looked nothing like the ruthless predator of Wall Street.
He walked straight to Jocelyn, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest, dropping a soft kiss onto the curve of her neck.
“Good morning, my queen,” he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep. “What kind of dark culinary magic are you performing for me now p>
The chat instantly dissolved into chaos.
“OMG OMG OMG p>
“Did he just call her his queen p>
“His morning voice. I am deceased p>
“Look at the way he’s holding her p>
Jocelyn laughed — a bright, clear sound — and swatted playfully at his hand. “It’s just scrambled eggs and toast. And yours isn’t burnt p>
Gaston’s appearance and their effortless, intimate interaction sent the viewer count shattering through the one-hundred-thousand mark.
In the production control room miles away, Penelope stood staring at the monitors, her face flushed with excitement. “It’s blowing up!” she shouted at her team. “We are making history p>
Jocelyn plated the food and carried it to the dining table. They sat across from each other. It looked like a scene from a romantic film — the golden light, the simple food, the obvious ease between them.
Gaston took a bite of the eggs and looked at Jocelyn, his eyes soft and entirely focused on her, radiating an unhidden, absolute contentment.
On social media, JocelynWolfe and TheCollinsHeir began trending nationwide. The first wave of viewers had been completely won over by their genuine dynamic and Jocelyn’s disarming, anti-socialite charm.
Jocelyn had no idea that in a single morning she had transformed from a name on the business pages into a public figure with hundreds of thousands of captivated strangers watching her eat toast.
She only knew that after all the chaos, sitting here in the quiet morning light eating a simple breakfast with Gaston felt like a profound, unhurried kind of happiness.