It was already morning by the time Mason had handled the company matters.

He quickly freshened up and prepared to leave. Ava gazed at her boss's handsome face, feeling a bit disoriented. Despite both of them working through the night, she had reapplied her makeup several times, but Mason still looked sharp and vibrant.

Coincidentally, there were a few executives in the conference room. In an attempt to appear close to Mason, Ava positioned herself nearby and cheerfully asked, "Mr. Mason, would you like to have breakfast first, or shall we head home? I've ordered your favorite cream puffs."

Mason wasn't fond of sweets. The only time he praised cream puffs was when Zoe made them.

Ava, unaware of this fact, assumed it was the master chef at Dafford who made them, so she ordered them several times.

Every time, Mason left it for the driver.

Now, as Ava brought it up again, Mason remembered that Zoe hadn't made any pastries for him in a long time. In the past, Zoe would always bring h