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.

She also found herself

IV with a small amount of fluid remaining, Marco offered, “You haven’t finished your infusion yet, so it may be

but the enticing aroma of the food overwhelmed her senses, stirring the hunger that had been building in her stomach. Her stomach grumbled in

resist, her gaze involuntarily roamed over the extensive array of food, eventually settling on the chicken

strips. The sprinkle of spring onions and a hint of ginger enhanced

affectionately. Without waiting for her response, he scooped

Lips.

in his smile left

she was, Loraine had no energy to evade the tempting porridge that was

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buds were gratified, and she heard Marco’s

satisfaction. Then she abruptly came to her