Dustin smiled and encouraged, “Go on, don’t be shy.”

Feiver hesitated, holding onto his plate and avoiding eye contact. “You’re still growing, and you’re way too skinny, bud. You’ve got to eat more, “Dustin said, adding food to Feiver’s plate.

Feiver mumbled a reluctant “thanks”. His smile was strained, revealing his nervousness.

“Not hungry? Maybe it’s not to your liking? No worries, try the shrimp or the beef stew.” Dustin added more food to his plate, playing the role of a doting father.

“Okay, Dr. Rhys, you shouldn’t worry about me. You should eat, too!” Feiver trembled with the plate in his hand as he tried to avoid eating.

“I’m not hungry; you go ahead,” Dustin smiled.

“I-I’m not hungry either,” Feiver stammered, trembling occasionally.

“That’s fine; think of it as a tasting session. Go ahead, dig in.” Dustin nodded. As Feiver refused to eat, Dustin suddenly joked, “Why? Do you think I’ve poisoned the food?”

forced smile, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “N-no way,

eating?” Dustin asked with a smile, watching

piece of vegetable and took a

out of this world!” Dustin put down his utensils but

prepared this sumptuous feast for you! “Nervousness

silent, Feiver’s desperation grew. He got agitated, and his face even showed his

Hurry up! I’ve already

willing to risk your

do you mean?” Feiver started to

deadly concoction. You’re all out

moment Feiver entered the room. Dustin allowed Feiver to eat first as a test, purely to confirm

by the young man’s determination, willing to risk

panic. By now, black blood was flowing

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