Chapter 982:

After her recent bout with a mild fever, Gemma had felt lethargic for days.

Pierre tried new recipes every day to ensure she received the essential nutrients.

Initially, too weak to eat on her own, Gemma depended on Pierre’s assistance. Even as her strength returned, she enjoyed the comfort of him feeding her.

With time, Pierre’s visits to Gemma’s room became more frequent, and his caregiving skills improved. His attentiveness rivaled that of Sheila. However, he rarely started conversations. Gemma often prompted him, asking, “Why don’t you ask me who cooks better, you or Sheila?”

Pierre generally had little interest in such light topics, but he played along for Gemma’s sake. “Who do you think cooks better?”

Gemma’s eyes sparkled. “Sheila.”

Without a reaction, Pierre simply offered her another bite of porridge.

“Just kidding. You both cook well. It’s hard to pick,” Gemma teased.

responded flatly, “Miss Hampton, open your mouth.” He focused

her playful spirit, Gemma murmured, “You’re no

“Hmm,” then continued

his well-formed lips. “You seldom laugh.

“Not very,” Pierre replied.

don’t you

up. “Why should

reply, though not harsh, disappointed Gemma. “Is talking to

his

desire to

gentle caution, “I report your meal intake to Mr. Hampton. If he learns you ate only two

scooped up

of Corey’s displeasure, ate quietly. “If

can’t fake a

a

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