All Chapters of The Billionaire's Royal Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Under the enchanted influence of the piano, romantic music continued to be played with great success. On the other hand, my focus was not entirely on it. All of my attention is currently focused on the steak that is in front of me. It had a medium rare doneness, which is my preferred cooking method. It is only at that time that I realize that I have not yet eaten anything today, and my mouth is beginning to drool so much that it is literally falling out of my mouth. As a result of the enormous amount of food that I had devoured at the restaurant the previous evening (the one that Gunner booked), I did not cook breakfast for myself because I was still feeling full. Simply put, it was so delicious that I began to forget about my diet earlier.And at this very moment, I am once more eating here. My weight is probably something that is bothering me right now. On the other hand, I shoved all of my thoughts away. I love to eat, anyway! On the day that I was finally released from the Royal

Before going home, I made the decision to simply go to the restaurant that was closest to me. Tonight, I am not in the mood to prepare a meal for myself. I simply want to lie down on my bed and rest when I go back to my house, and if I have the time, I might even talk to Gunner for a little while. A Filipino restaurant that serves pork adobo, which is one of my favorite comfort foods, is the establishment that I have decided to eat at tonight.Due to the fact that I am a resident of the Royal Palace, I have the opportunity to sample food from all over the world. When I was a child, I recall that the King commanded all of the royal cooks to prepare dishes that we had never tried before. I remember this happening rather frequently. They are primarily from Asia due to the fact that the cuisine of that region is consistently interesting and distinctive. China, Japan, South Korea, Thailand, India, and Indonesia are just some of the countries whose cuisines we have already examined. But the

As I sat down, I caught a glimpse of a smirk plastered across Bullet's face, who had chosen to take a seat at the table next to us. It is because his location is directly in front of me that he is able to see my face in its entirety. Damn this guy, he really has his own ways to irritated the shit out of me “Have you made an attempt at our beef tapa?” Sonya inquired, and that is the reason why I decided to completely disregard Bullet and not give it a second thought.With a smile on my face, I looked at Sonya. "No, I have not attempted it yet. Can you please tell me what it is?”"Oh! When it comes to breakfast, things like that are our area of expertise! In order to preserve beef tapa, thin slices of meat are cured with salt and spices. Beef tapa is often prepared every morning here in our restaurant. The appearance is similar to that of corned beef in some way. It is most delicious when served with garlic rice and an egg cooked sunny side up!” Sonya responded with a tone of eagerness

There is a particular moment in my life when I vividly remember grasping onto and contemplating the profound concept known as "The Burnt Toast Theory". The theory of burnt toast is a self-help concept that proposes that small setbacks and challenges can ultimately result in favorable and beneficial outcomes. The concept is rooted in the belief that the simple act of accidentally burning your toast in the early hours of the day could potentially result in a delay, which in turn might prevent you from encountering a hazardous situation or even steer you towards a more favorable and advantageous result.Earlier this morning, I woke up considerably later than intended due to an extended phone conversation with Gunner, although I must clarify that I do not attribute full responsibility to him for this delay. I really wanted to have a conversation with him. I truly enjoyed spending my evening with him, and I have absolutely no regrets about anything that happened last night. It just so happ

"Hey…" Bullet said after a long period of silence between the two of us. He is still staring at me with concern in his eyes. He is raking his glance from my eyes to my lips, as if he is attempting to study and draw conclusions about what is going on right now."Are you okay?" He spoke once more. I noticed how his Adam's apple moved up and down.The rain is still falling at that point. But he was here, doing his utmost to protect me. Even though his shoulders are drenched, he refuses to release the grasp of the umbrella above my head. He is currently portraying the part of a knight in shining armor.I looked away from him.Why does he always have to appear in my most sensitive situation? Why does he always arrive when I need someone the most? Our first encounter was precisely the same as this. I needed someone, and he arrived to save the day. Right now, I needed a shoulder to weep on, and he's here, playing that part again. I detest it. I dislike his timing. I detest fate for allowing