At the barbecue restaurant.

Norah climbed the stairs with a food box in hand, bursting into Xavier’s room with pride shining in her eyes. She carefully laid out the dishes and said, “I’ve made chicken soup, specially learned it. Give it a taste, will you?”

Xavier sat up, a look of disdain crossing his face, “A grown man like me, drinking chicken soup?”

“Hey, don’t be s@xist, alright?” Norah chided, “What’s wrong with a man having soup? Men have their weak moments too, you know. They need to nourish themselves.”

Xavier raised an eyebrow at her, “Where’d you pick up that dirty line?”

Realizing what she’d said, Norah blushed slightly, “You’re the one with your mind in the gutter!”

Xavier steered the conversation back, “The soup does smell good, I’ll give you that.”

She handed him the soup, her eyes filled with anticipation, “Just try a sip, then tell me what you think?”

Xavier chuckled, “Why don’t you try it? You’re using me as a guinea pig!”

petty?” Norah laughed playfully, “When you make something yourself, you’ve got rose-tinted glasses on; you can’t taste the real deal. That’s

took a sip and kept a casual face, “Not

it, so

you ever need to cook?” Xavier said with a light

you know. Making something for someone you like, it feels pretty good,” Norah said casually yet with

gulp down the soup, not indulging the

Estelle and two others entered

packed

came

he remembered that on the day their boss returned, this man had brought

aloofness, which made Damian feel the man was of no ordinary status, so he refrained

heading upstairs, “How’s Xavier’s injury? Is

quite a mess upstairs. Let me find a spot for you and Mr. Lamont down here. Haven’t had lunch yet, have you? Would

ever perceptive, glanced at Damian and asked in a calm tone, “Is

Jonathan’s imposing presence,

came bounding down the stairs, calling out with

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