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    “Then let me feed you.” He yfully suggested, “Using my own mouth.”


    “Okay, I’ll try a bit.”


    Rachel was taken aback after tasting the first one. It resembled the ravioli from that well-known shop northward of the city, though she doubted they were the same. However, the taste was unmistakably simr.


    “Did thesee from the shop northward of the city?” she asked, curious.


    Brian simply responded, “If you’re enjoying them, go ahead and have more.”


    Rachel remained puzzled. “But it is so far. How could these still be fresh and hot as if just made?”


    They wouldn’t be so perfectly intact and steaming hot, like they were just cooked.


    “How did you pull this off?” Rachel’s curiosity deepened.


    Brian was on the verge of revealing the secret but decided to tease her a little. “Finish your meal, and then I’ll exin.”


    In the end, Rachel actually finished the ravioli.


    “Now, will you tell me?”


    “I just bought some uncooked ravioli and cooked them at the hospital kitchen,” Brian exined.


    Rachel was unexpectedly touched by his gesture. “Thanks a lot!”


    “Make sure to take it easy and follow all the doctor’s instructions,” Brian instructed, making it clear he wasn’t nning to leave anytime soon.


    “And what about you?”


    “I’m staying right here with you,” he replied, his tone resolute.


    Brian remained true to his word for the next two days.


    On the morning of the third day, Tracy arrived, burdened with a pile of bulky folders.


    “Brian, are you there?” she shouted. “I’ming in!” With that, she pushed the door open.


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    A look of astonishment crossed her face as she spotted Rachel. “What are you doing here?”


    “Who else were you expecting?” retorted Rachel.


    “I was under the impression that Doris was the one staying here, especially after her recent suicide attempt,” said Tracy, her expression contorted with envy.


    The word around was that Doris had botched cosmetic surgery and had tried to end her life because of it. Tracy had believed Brian was attending to Doris during this period. She hadn’t given it much thought until now, but she realized her assumptions had been mistaken all along.


    “Now that you’ve delivered the documents, I’d appreciate it if you could leave,” Rachel said coldly.


    “Why the hostility?” Tracy retorted sharply.


    “This is all the response you’re going to receive from me,” Rachel responded.


    Tracy was momentarily at a loss for words; her irritation was evident. Her gaze swept the room and paused on a cup on the table.


    She filled a ss with hot water and moved purposefully towards Rachel. “You must be parched. Drink this water.”


    “I don’t need it,” Rachel said.


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