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.

about to toss the breakfast container into the

and he looked at her in

again after doing the exercises.” she said with a sheepish smile as she touched her belly. Her gaze fell on

briel moment of bewilderment, he opened the container and quickly

she saw the breakfast-fried eggs and bacon still steaming hot, along with various fresh fruits-her excitement dimmed. Naturally, he noticed the change in her expression but couldn’t

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

and questioned him in In.stration, “Where is my marinated steak? Or candied

dishes the whole evening. She even dreamed about

sent him yesterday. He ligured out the mystery that

I’ll find a place to make them for you right