Sweet Subterfuge

Larissa sat on the bed. Gary smoothly poured a cup of hot tea for her. Lewis went to the restroom and returned with a towel to wipe the sweat off her lace.

Kevan stood awkwardly on the side, unable to find a way to join in.

Her attention had been on him all along. Sensing his discomfort, she quickly changed the look, asking. “Why are you here so early?”

He shook the breakfast container in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of bitte mess, “I thought you were still asleep, so I brought you breakfast.”

“Ch…” She inexplicably felt a bit apologetic. “I wake up at 7 am every day. Then, I have breakfast and do the rehabilitation.”

She had been a model patient at the hospital, sticking to a routine of early to bed and early to rise, actively cooperating with treatment. and showing remarkable progress in recovery. The doctors often use her as an example to motivate other patients.

arm, about to toss the breakfast container into the trash can

he looked

a sheepish smile as she touched her belly. Her gaze fell

bewilderment, he opened the container and quickly handed it over to her.

along with various fresh fruits-her excitement dimmed. Naturally, he noticed the change in her

cute delicious. The dishes were of high quality too. Besides, the ones he

In.stration, “Where is my marinated steak? Or candied sweet potatoes? At the very least, you

sent her yesterday, she had been craving those dishes the whole evening. She even dreamed about eating them in her sleep.

He was momentarily puzzled. Finally, he managed to connect the angry emoji she sent him yesterday. He ligured out

really want them, I’ll find a place to