CHAPTER 83The familiar shout echoed across the garden, startling me so much that I instinctively sat up straight.I immediately turned toward the sound of his voice.Pierre was sprinting across the garden toward us, his long strides carrying him over the stone pathway. In one hand, he tightly held a black paper bag that swung back and forth with every step. Even from where I sat, I could see the panic written all over his face.He looked genuinely flustered.By the time he reached me, he was slightly out of breath."I cooked everything at the gym," he explained between breaths. "But we ran out of fucking gas, so I had to wait for a new tank to be delivered."Without wasting another second, he carefully placed the black paper bag on top of the metal table."But here..." he said, finally letting out a relieved smile. "I managed to finish cooking."He reached inside the bag and began taking out one glass lunch box after another, arranging them neatly in front of me. The moment he lifted
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