After her rebirth by Cici

Chapter 32

Katniss didn't mean to gawk at his junk, but there she was, caught red-handed. It was so awkward. Her brain was scrambling for a way out!

Blushing like crazy, she blurted out, "Wow, your hands are like, art or something!" Maximilian just stared at his hands, totally baffled by the random compliment.

Katniss thought, if she dared to call Maximilian handsome, he'd probably flip out. She bit her lip, reminding herself to keep it cool.

Maximilian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the golden boy of his family. Even with his chronic illness, people had been kissing up to him his whole life. He definitely didn't need her sweet talk. She still remembered the first time they met, Maximilian had told her not to bother trying to butter him up.

He probably hated that kind of stuff.

Maximilian coughed lightly, noticing Katniss's red face, and a small smirk played on his lips.

Even though he was as quiet as ever, she could tell he was in a better mood. The vibe around him was way more chill than before.

got too close would get the cold shoulder. Back then, she didn't dare say a

the steam that rose up

eyes as the aroma filled his nostrils, making his taste buds do a happy dance and his mouth water like crazy. The bright colors of the ingredients

hard as his appetite kicked into overdrive. He felt pretty lucky to stumble

his fair share of tasty food,

to be better than anything from a five-star restaurant, with no weird herbal taste. Felix held back his hunger and served a small

spring breeze, bringing a touch of comfort. Each sip danced on his tongue, telling a story of softness and richness. With each sip, he felt more relaxed, the tiredness and gloom on his face slowly fading, replaced by warmth and

finishing the soup, he noticed Felix and Katniss both staring at him, and he

is it? Tastes good?" Maximilian

but seeing Felix already had

the living room, suddenly remembering the dessert in the fridge.

followed Felix to the kitchen, her eyes glued

fancier than the