The ward went dead quiet for a sec, and nobody wanted to break the silence. Phoebe plopped down at the table and popped the lid off her food.


    The room was warm, so the food was still kinda hot, but it had been sitting around so long it looked pretty unappetizing. Phoebe took a couple bites, wincing as the soup stung her chapped lips, making her eyes twitch in pain. Edward got up and strolled over, sitting down across from her. He nced at the food in Phoebe''s bowl and frowned, "This stuff''s gross now. Let''s go grab something to eat."


    Phoebe shook her head, "Nah, it''s cool. I''ll just deal with it."@@novelbin@@


    Before she could finish, the door to the ward swung open. Theodore''s tall frame filled the doorway, holding a fancy lunchbox.


    Theodore walked in, set the lunchbox on the table, and opened it up. He pulled out some porridge and dishes, which was clearly Riley''s handiwork.


    "Eat this," Theodore said, serving up a bowl and cing it in front of Phoebe. He reached to take away her food, but Phoebe grabbed his hand. She didn''t look at Theodore, her gaze stubborn, "I like this."


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