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    At dinner, thanks to Jeffrey’s arrangements, Brian and Rachel ended up seated beside each other, their shoulders brushing every so often. Jeffrey, meanwhile, sat across from them, watching the two with undisguised satisfaction, his heart swelling at the sight.


    Soon, a te of shrimp was ced on the table. Rachel reached for one, carefully peeled it, dipped it in sauce, and set it on Jeffrey’s te. “Here. It’s your favorite.”


    Jeffrey took a bite, his face lighting up instantly. “This is so good.”


    Rachel, pleased by his reaction, quickly peeled a few more and ced them in front of him.


    Brian, who had been sitting quietly, finally shifted and cleared his throat.


    Jeffrey nced over. “Brian, you okay? Is your throat bothering you?”


    Brian hesitated for a moment before awkwardly looking at the te of shrimp. “I want some too.”


    At that, both Jeffrey and Brian turned to Rachel expectantly.


    With their eyes fixed on her, Rachel sighed in surrender, reached for a shrimp, and wordlessly ced it onto Brian’s te.


    Brian reached for the shrimp but suddenly winced. “Ouch.”


    Jeffrey’s sharp ears immediately caught the sound. “Brian, what happened to your arm?”


    “It’s nothing. Just a small joint injury. I can still eat, but peeling shrimp might be a bit tricky.”


    “Really?” Rachel eyed him skeptically. “Are you sure?”


    Brian didn’t answer. Rachel immediately turned to a passing waiter. “Excuse me, could you peel a few shrimp for us?”


    Brian’s expression flickered through a range of emotions before settling on something almost shameless. “I don’t want shrimp from the waiter. I want the ones you peel. They always taste better when you do it.”


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    Then, without hesitation, he looked at the waiter and ordered, “You may leave now. And don’te back unless I say so.”


    Rachel shot him a sharp re, her voice low with warning. “Don’t push your luck.”


    But Brian only acted as if he hadn’t heard her.


    “Darling,” he mused, his tone teasing, “you only remember Jeffrey andpletely ignore me.”


    Rachel leaned in close, her voice a hushed whisper against his ear. “Don’t call me darling.”


    Then, straightening, she narrowed her eyes at him. “And don’t think that just because Jeffrey is here, I’m going to indulge you.”


    Brian smirked,pletely unfazed. He turned to Jeffrey, putting on a pitiful expression. “Jeffrey, you see this? Your sister is always so mean to me. All I wanted was for her to peel me a single shrimp.”


    Jeffrey chuckled. “Rachel, seeing how much Brian spoils you, I feel relieved.” With that, he slid the te of shrimp Rachel had peeled for him across the table—right in front of Brian.


    After dinner, soft, soothing music filled the restaurant, blending seamlessly with the warm ambiance.


    Jeffrey nced between the two of them. “There’s a dance floor here. Why don’t you two have a dance?”


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