Carol had been around the block more than a few times, but she had never cacross a guy with Felix's background. It was the

rarity that intrigued her.

The harder Felix played hard to get, the more she found herself unable to let go.

As the old saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

During the day, she waited tables at a cozy barbecue restaurant, her thoughts drifting constantly to Felix. Her dedication was

unwavering.

Cnightfall, she'd return to her stuapartment to hone her culinary skills. But having never so much as boiled water before,

after three days all she could muster was ketchup spaghetti.

She snapped a picture of her creation and sent it to Felix with a message, [Had dinner yet?]

Felix was at the hospital, too preoccupied to even consider opening her message. He was holding Listina's hand, staring at her

without blinking.

The doctor cin with a grim reminder, "It's quite serious. We only have a 30% chance of success with the surgery. If we could

get an international specialist, the odds could increase to 70%, but it's expensive, and there's a heap of recovery costs to

consider."

The doctor knew Felix, who had been a constant figure at the hospital, sometimes even showing up in the middle of the night. He

knew Felix juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet since his parents had passed. It was a tough situation.

"lI understand, thank you," Felix replied once the doctor had left. He stood up, kissed Listina on the lips, and sighed softly. "I wonder

if you'll blme when you wake up."

But he had to take action, or Listina would die.

wasn't supposed

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message

an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes

I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I

can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste

there's

and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

dig up his address already, but she needed an excuse to visit. And

never let employees take hleftovers; normally, those perks

favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky

stand it before, but the thought of winning Felix over - and

- made her believe she could handle

of fresh groceries,

doorstep, her palms were red from

it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening

with her

knocked; the buzzer

chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten

door, standing there in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

his

this is

"It's just a rental."

but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and

extra points and placed the bags on

enough space for one person. Anyone else would

inside the bags and raised

restaurant

was imported,

once a week to the grocery store,

carrying bags with

would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."

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