"Come, Nathan," Johnson said again quickly, his voice warm and persuasive as he reached for his spoon. He scooped a generous piece of meat from the dish before him and dropped it neatly onto Nathan's plate with practiced ease. "Have some."Nathan glanced down at the plate, then back up at Johnson. "Thanks, Mr. Dean," he said politely, nodding in gratitude.Celine immediately pouted, her lips jutting out slightly as she leaned forward across the table. "Dad, what about me?" she asked, her tone exaggerated and playful, as if she were about to cry.Johnson burst into laughter, the sound filling the dining room. "Oh, my goodness!" he exclaimed, shaking his head dramatically. "Alright, fine."He dipped his spoon into the soup bowl in front of him and added more to Celine's plate, his movements deliberately generous. "Here," he said fondly. "Have some more."Celine's face brightened instantly, satisfaction washing over her features. "Thank you, Dad," she said sweetly, flashing a smile that
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