Karen got up and sat down beside Kevin. She glanced at the table and found that there were more than a dozen dishes, most of which were spicy food, which was not suitable for patients after a high fever.
After looking around, Karen fixed her eyes on a delicious bowl of porridge.
Even if Karen didn't know much about medicine, she knew that the porridge had the effect of nourishing women and was healthy. She couldn't let Kevin drink this given his condition.
Kevin usually ate lightly, and these dishes were also made by this aunt. Why did she make such dishes when she knew he was sick?
After glancing around, Karen looked at Kevin doubtfully. "Are you sure these dishes were prepared for you by Aunt Jen?"
"No." Kevin looked at Karen with deep and gentle eyes. "I have already eaten. These are specially prepared for you by Aunt Jen."
Karen asked in surprise, "Was it prepared for me?"
Kevin nodded.
His simple words swept away the unhappiness that was left in Karen's heart. It turned out that as she was worried about him, he had also missed her.
"Thank you!" Karen looked at Kevin and smiled. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.
Because of what had happened to Kevin that day, Karen was so worried that she was not in the mood to have breakfast, and lunch had been postponed until now. She was really hungry, so she didn't look very elegant while she ate.
Kevin looked at her with deep eyes. After a long time, he said, "Were you hurt today?"
Karen was not a person who easily shed tears. Kevin remembered this clearly. His intuition told him that she must have been very upset.
Karen paused to pick up the food, looked up at him, and said in a choked voice, "Yes I was hurt."
"Tell me. If anyone dares to bully you, I will take revenge." Kevin's words sounded like a joke, but he paid attention to every subtle change of her expression.
"You're the one who hurt me." Karen really wanted to say so, but after thinking about it, she decided not to. Even if she said it, he could not give himself two slaps on the face for her.
"Knock knock—"
Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Nick pushed the door open and walked in. He put a document in front of Kevin and said, "Director Kevin, this document needs your signature."
Nick brought the documents over to Kevin and showed them to him one by one. Then he spoke to Kevin in French.
Karen didn't understand what he was talking about. She could only make out some words, it sounded like they were discussing something that Kevin wanted to buy.
While they were talking, Kevin had finished reading the documents. He took the pen handed over by Nick and signed his full name— Leo Kevin Kyle.
Nick put away the documents and left. Kevin glanced casually at a lunchbox on the tea table.
Kevin had a fond memory of this thermal container. The last time, Karen had prepared simple sushi in it for him.
"What's that?" He looked at the thermal lunch box on the other side of the side table and asked softly.
Karen followed his gaze and looked over. When she saw the thermal lunch box she brought over, she stammered, "No, it's nothing."
"Huh?" Kevin raised his eyebrows and looked at Karen quietly.
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