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Lise’s face turned pale as a foreign number shed on her phone screen. Without a second thought, she hit the hang-up button. Her mood shifted instantly from victory to apprehension. How on earth had that man gotten her new number? Without further hesitation, Lise swiftly blocked the number. She was on the cusp of better days and wouldn’t let anyone ruin them.
Meanwhile, Katelyn’s medical results had been finalized. Aside from the cuts from the ss shards on her arm, she had sustained a mild concussion. The doctors rmended a hospital stay for observation.
Katelyn rested against the headboard, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, enveloped in a sense of despair. The room was filled with the sharp scent of hospital disinfectant, which she despised. Stuck in her hospital bed, she aimlessly picked up her phone and started scrolling through local entertainment news.
Just then, the door to her ward swung open. Jaxen entered, grinning broadly and carrying a thermos.
“Katelyn, the doctor mentioned you need to keep your strength up with some nutritious food during recovery. Here’s a nourishing soup Vincent prepared especially for you.”
Katelyn looked at him, bewildered. “Vincent made this soup himself?”
Earlier that morning, Vincent had left the hospital, iming he had work matters to attend to. But was that just an excuse to prepare soup for her?
Jaxen nodded enthusiastically, still beaming as he praised the soup. “Absolutely. Vincent went out to buy the best ingredients himself and spent two hours simmering this soup. He chose the ingredients following the doctor and nutritionist’s rmendations. Be sure to appreciate his effort.”
With that, he opened the thermos. The savory aroma of chicken soup immediately filled the room, overpowering the sterile hospital smell.
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It even stirred Katelyn’s appetite. The soup in the thermos was a rich golden color, looking very inviting. She couldn’t help but say, “It smells delicious.”
Jaxen responded with pride, “Of course, Vincent made it himself. I’ve known him for years and never realized he could cook.”
At that moment, Katelyn pictured Vincent in her mind, imagining him carefully preparing the soup just for her. Vincent, dressed in a ck shirt and a pink apron, stood solemnly in the kitchen, focused on simmering the soup.
Even though it was just her imagination, Katelyn still found the image a bit odd. She nodded and said, “I didn’t know he could make soup either. The only thing I’ve had from him before was breakfast.”
This revtion left Jaxen visibly shocked. His eyes widened, and his voice grew louder. “You’ve had breakfast he cooked?!”
He had been friends with Vincent for years and had never once seen him cook, much less enjoyed a breakfast prepared by him. Yet here was Katelyn, having already had that experience. Did this mean that friends were less valued than romantic interests to Vincent?
For a moment, Jaxen felt a sense of injustice.
Katelyn looked at him, puzzled by his intense reaction. “I was sick once, and Mr. Adams cooked breakfast for me out of kindness.” It was simple, but it was memorable for Katelyn.
Jaxen sighed deeply, a hint of resentment in his tone. “I’ve never received that kind of care.” Whenever he was sick, Vincent would simply call the family doctor to give him injections or medication. He hadn’t even received a kind word, let alone a homemade breakfast from Vincent.
Jaxen’sints could be summed up in one thought. Friends always get better treatment than I do, he murmured.
Katelyn was momentarily taken aback. Jaxen was suddenly acting like a wronged spouse.
“Vincent really looks out for you in every possible way.” Suddenly, something seemed to click for Jaxen, and he brightened.
“Quick, try Vincent’s special nutritious soup. It must taste great.”
“Okay.” Katelyn responded, but her curiosity got the better of her as she asked, “Where did Mr. Adams go? I’d like to thank him myself.”
Jaxen blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. “Well… He…”
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