Chapter 91

Later that evening, when Emily arrived home, she found Nicholas waiting for her in the living room. She approached him, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Sinclair, I told you not to wait up. You should have dinner and rest."

"It's boring to eat alone," Nicholas muttered as he wheeled himself toward the dining table.

Emily sighed, a hint of helplessness crossing her face, and followed him.

Halfway through dinner, Nicholas suddenly spoke. "Next week is your birthday. What would you like?"

Emily's eyes flickered with surprise, and she paused for a moment, shocked. A faint, sarcastic smile touched her lips. In the past, he hadn’t even wished her a happy birthday, let alone considered giving her a gift. "I don’t need anything," she replied, resuming her meal.

Nicholas frowned. "Why?"

Emily looked at him with a faint smile. "Because everything you've given me until now has been more than enough."