Goodbye, My Love

A quick glance told Loraine that the dishes weren’t exactly what she’d ordered, but rather healthier, low-sugar versions suitable for a patient. Even a dish of butter-fried foie gras had the fatty liver replaced with chicken breast, yet the presentation was so meticulous that one would mistake it for real foie gras at first glance.

Loraine felt that her intelligence had been underestimated.

She picked up a piece of Lean meat and feigned surprise.

“Mr. Bryant, where did you find such an athletic goose? The meat is so firm that I thought it was chicken.”

Marco choked on her words, and then smoothly replied, “Given the Late hour, I asked a chef to prepare it immediately. However, the restaurant’s ingredients were nearly depleted, so substitutions were made. I assure you, though, these dishes are both healthy and delectable, perfect for a patient in need of nutrition.”

Having once cooked a “nutritious meal“ for him, Loraine could tell these dishes were thoughtfully prepared and not meant for retaliation.

had genuinely considered her needs, Loraine’s emotions churned. She also found herself surprised. When had Marco become so considerate

with a small amount of fluid remaining, Marco offered, “You haven’t finished your infusion yet, so it may be inconvenient for you to eat.

food overwhelmed her senses, stirring the

the

prepared, its creamy white base garnished with tender yellow chicken strips. The sprinkle of spring onions and a hint of ginger enhanced the flavor, a medley of freshness and aroma that filled her nostrils. The prospect

affectionately. Without waiting for her response, he scooped up a spoonful

Lips.

of gentleness in his smile left Loraine feeling even more

that was brought to her lips. Instinctively, she opened her

Angela’s Library

heard Marco’s low, encouraging

Loraine swallowed, sighing with satisfaction. Then she abruptly came to her senses—what was she allowing