As Xavier drove, they passed a small restaurant. Sharon suddenly said, "Xavier, could you wait a moment? I want to get a takeout meal."He pulled over without a word.Inside, Sharon placed her order, then told the waiter, "No chili, no onions, no cilantro. And please, pack the rice and dishes separately—don't pour the sauce over the rice."At that, Xavier's brows twitched slightly. He glanced up at the restaurant's sign. It was a place that specialized in rice bowls—everything mixed together.His eyes darkened.When she came back out with the takeout bag, he asked, "Sharon, is that dinner for Thomas?"She looked surprised. "Yes. How did you know?""You mentioned earlier that he's in the hospital," Xavier said. "And you love spicy food. I've never seen you turn down cilantro."She paused, realizing he was right. Earlier, because he hadn't asked about Jamie, she hadn't mentioned Thomas's injury at all."How's he doing now?" Xavier asked."Not too bad," she replied. "He'll proba
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