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!”

something yourself, you’ve got rose-tinted glasses on;

Xavier took a sip

my first time making it, so maybe

need that knack? When will you ever need to cook?” Xavier said with a

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

down the soup, not

two others

packed

came over, looking

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

Damian feel the man

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

Norah was upstairs, his expression shifted slightly. He quickly stepped forward, taking Estelle by the arm, “Ms. MacClain, it’s quite a mess upstairs. Let me find a spot for you and Mr. Lamont down

perceptive, glanced at Damian and asked in

Jonathan’s

bounding down the stairs, calling out with joy,

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