Chapter 150: He's Gone

When Jared Farrell awoke, the sky was already bright. The first thing he saw was Tina with her eyes closed, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly and a faint blue shadow under her eyes, a clear sign of extreme fatigue. It was the first time he had seen Tina's sleeping face so close, her peaceful expression showing a tranquility he had never seen before, a rare serenity typical of a 19-year-old girl. This girl always seemed resilient like wild grass, never showing tiredness or easily falling down. She seemed capable of anything. Yet, here she was, exhausted and unguarded, sleeping next to him after all her efforts on his behalf. He was moved beyond words.

"Tina," he called to her softly.

Tina's eyelashes quivered and slowly, she opened her eyes at Jared's gentle call. The first thing she did upon waking was to reach out to check his forehead temperature, sighing almost imperceptibly when she felt his temperature was normal. "Your poison is clear now."

Jared knew he wasn't completely unconscious during his bout of illness, especially with Hayden Cohen around. That guy, with a voice that could drown out five hundred ducks, had been constantly chattering about Tina going off to find the Empyrean Bloom for him. Although Jared was no medical expert, he knew how rare the Empyrean Bloom was, which made him anxious even though he was helpless in his unconscious state.

"Do you want something to eat?" Tina asked as she stood up. "You've been asleep for a whole day and night. I'll go make some porridge for you."

"I'll join you," Jared said as he quickly got up, only to sway weakly.

"Don't push yourself," Tina said, frowning as she supported him.

Jared could hardly admit that he was afraid to try her cooking again, fearing more trouble if he wasn't fully recovered, so he made an excuse, "I've been lying down too long, my back hurts, I need to walk around a bit."

Seeing his insistence, Tina accompanied him to the kitchen and under his guidance, they made porridge. Just as they were serving the porridge, Hayden Cohen arrived with two takeout porridges, surprised, "Yo, I was worried you guys couldn't cook and would starve, so I brought breakfast."

"We know how to order takeout ourselves," Jared's glance swept over the takeout in Hayden's hands.

"Okay, okay, consider me nosy," Hayden said, eyeing the two bowls of porridge on the table and then looking back and forth between Jared and Tina, finally resting his gaze on Tina, "Who made this porridge? Surely not you?" "Why not?" Tina raised an eyebrow.

disdain nearly spilled

could feed you poison and you'd eat it, but you're just recovering. Don't torture yourself. Eat mine." After saying this, Hayden reached out to replace Jared's bowl with his takeout, but Jared frowned and held onto his

cooking skills having improved under Jared's tutelage, and Hayden still dared

repeat myself," Hayden chuckled, his eyes

tasty?" Tina

a pound of

Tina smirked, pushing her untouched

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raised an eyebrow, took a spoon, and cautiously tasted a bit. His eyes lit up unexpectedly-he hadn't thought that Tina's previously dreadful cooking could produce such delicious porridge. But then he remembered

pound of salt, don't forget," Tina said, reading his expression. He couldn't

up to serve herself another bowl of

pitifully at Jared

pound isn't enough, add another,"

bowl of porridge, thinking he might as well keep eating the porridge

Tina finished serving her porridge,

and Jayden's voice was grave, "Young master, Wraith

"Escaped?" Tina frowned.

he had unlocked all his acupoints and detoxified himself, there should have beenample time to secure him in a special prison. Wraith, though twisted, was always competitive in medical and toxicological matters, and he strictly kept his promises. It was

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armed, and it seemed they were not just there to rescue him but rather to target his life.

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