In the hospital room, Zac stared at the stack of food containers in front of him, his face lighting up with surprise.“Fiona, did you make all of this yourself?”“Yes.”Fiona sat beside the bed and glanced at his leg, which was still in a cast.“You said on the phone that your leg was hurting again. How does it feel now?”Zac’s eyes curved as he gave her a sweet, puppy-like smile.“Now that you’re here, I feel much better. You’re basically my painkiller, Fiona.”Then his gaze drifted back to the food containers, and he swallowed.“Fiona, can I try some?”Fiona frowned.“These are all spicy dishes. I thought you didn’t like spicy food.”She had only planned to check on Zac briefly, then go pick Lucas up. But Zac had noticed the food in her hand and said he was curious, so she had opened the containers to show him.“But you made them yourself,” Zac said. “I really want to try them. I haven’t had lunch yet.”He looked at her with pitiful, misty eyes, the kind that made it har
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