Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 542

Chapter 542: Try To Be Better

Olivia’s POV

I woke up to the soft stroking of my hair.

Louis’s fingers moved gently from the top of my head down to my cheek, slow and careful, like he was touching something fragile.

"Good morning, sunshine," he whispered, his voice warm and sleepy.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head just as I yawned.

I blinked my eyes open and slowly pulled out of his arm, turning to look at him.

And gods... he looked handsome.

His hair was messy.

His eyes were half-closed.

His jaw looked sharper in the soft morning light.

There was a tiny sleepy smile on his lips that made my heart melt a little.

"Thank you," I whispered, smiling weakly.

He frowned a little. "For what?"

"For staying... for holding me... for everything."

He didn’t say anything. He just touched my cheek with his thumb.

And inside me, something tightened. I need to do better. I need to show them I love them equally. I need to stop making anyone feel less. I don’t want any of them to feel like second place.

Louis studied my face. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes."

But I wasn’t. And he knew it... but he didn’t push.

I sat up slowly. "I want to go check on breakfast. The staff should be cooking already."

Louis raised a brow. "Breakfast?"

I nodded, trying not to show the worry already building in my chest.

"I’m thinking of Lennox... he hasn’t eaten since he came."

Louis’s expression softened, but there was worry there too. "Olivia... let me come with you."

"Just give me one minute," I said. "I’ll be fine."

He looked as if he wanted to argue but held himself back. "Okay. Don’t take long."

I stood up and walked toward the door. My feet felt heavy, and my chest squeezed tight from unease.

I walked down the hallway and headed straight toward the kitchen. The moment I stepped inside, the warm smell of food hit me—eggs, bread, oats, fruit. The staff turned immediately.

"Good morning, Luna," they greeted.

I forced a small smile even though my heart wasn’t in it. "Good morning."

I moved closer to the counter and checked the breakfast arranged for the kids first. "There is too much sugar in this one," I said quietly, pointing at the bowl. "Reduce it. Liam reacts to too much sweetness."

"Yes, Luna," the cook nodded quickly.

I checked the fruits, the boiled eggs, the porridge. Everything looked fine. My mind was somewhere else, but I still tried to focus.

Then I walked to the adult meal—toast, fried yam, vegetables, grilled fish, tea. I stared at the food for a moment... then one face popped into my head.

Lennox.

He hadn’t eaten since he fell unconscious... and even after he returned, he barely touched food. My chest tightened.

I turned to the cook. "Please prepare another meal—"

Before I finished, the cook nodded. "For Alpha Lennox, yes, Luna. I can make—"

"No," I cut in gently but firmly.

He blinked. "Luna?"

"I’ll cook it myself."

There was a small silence.

"Luna, you don’t have to. I can—"

"I want to," I said quietly. "I need to."

He understood immediately and moved aside. I washed my hands and started cooking.

I peeled the potatoes the way Lennox always liked them. I fried the eggs lightly with just a little salt because he hated too much seasoning. I made his ginger tea just how he used to ask for it—warm, not too hot, not too sweet.

The whole kitchen smelled like memories.

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