Over the next two days, Charity took the medicine obediently, and she persisted with jogging every day.
Beside the villa was a park, so every night. Charity would jog around the park for one round, which was a distance of three kilometers.
Especially the first few days of her starting jogging. Charity felt like she almost died.
When she returned, Max was standing at the entrance of the neighborhood with two bags of food in his hands. He looked at her with a smile. "Charity, you need to work harder. You've only jogged for three kilometers, and you're dog-tired."
Charity rolled her eyes at him. Little did she know that her body would be so weak until she started working out.
"Let's go. I've bought you some kebab skewers." Max shook the package in the bag. "My friend recommended it to me. He said the kebab from that restaurant tastes good."
After jogging, Charity happened to be hungry. The minute she heard the word ' kebab', her stomach growled.
Upon entering the villa, Max opened the package, and a fragrant scent filled the air.
Charity put on a pair of gloves and ate the kebab skilfully.
"This is rare. It's my first time seeing you enjoy kebabs so much." Max suddenly said, "When I asked you out for supper or any good food back then, you would look uninterested as if you had no other hobbies aside from taking revenge."
Charity's hands froze.
That did seem to be the case. Although Charity usually had supper with Catherine and Freya, the two of them were mostly the ones who enjoyed the meals. She did not have a particular liking or hatred for it as she had always been indifferent to food.
It could be Doctor Dexter's medicine that took effect.
She did not inform Max that she went to get herself treated, so he knew nothing about it.
"This is great." Max said with a grin," Happiness is the most important component in life. Of course, this includes eating and drinking."
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