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    The doctor, sensing the tension between the two, scurried out of the ward room, making sure to close


    the door behind him.


    Max approached, his own mood darkening.


    Only he knew the anxiety that came with receiving such a call, speeding through red lights all the way


    here.


    He had never lost hisposure like this before.


    The moment Brielle opened the door, his heart had jumped into his throat. Only when he heard her


    voice did his tense muscles start to unwind.


    He tried to rationalize why he was feeling this way.


    Then, he thought about dopamine.


    At rest, dopamine fires at three to five times a second, but when excited, its firing rate can Surge to


    twenty to thirty times a second.


    When the anticipated oue doesn’t materialize, dopamine firing can drop to zero. It’s a lousy


    feeling, one that can provoke irritation, J


    ust like he was feeling now.


    What was he expecting? For Brielle to be safe and sound, or was it something else?


    He didn’t know, but right now, looking at her, he felt a deep sense of tranquility.


    Brielle, with her eyes red from anger, looked endearingly cute.


    Whether it was her clear–headedness, her sensibility, or her slight temper, it all made his heart. flutter.


    What was this feeling?


    He couldn’t understand.


    There was a knock on the door, and someone walked in, bringing with them the delicious aroma of


    food.


    The person dressed in a chef’s outfit ced the meal tray on the table, nodded respectfully to Max, and


    then exited the room.


    Max lifted the lid, revealing a selection of delicate, light dishes, and a bowl of soup.


    He picked up a spoon and stirred the soup, blowing on it gently.


    Brielle tensed up instantly. She remembered back at Premier Pce, Max had seemed intent. on


    taking care of her, but due to her outspokenment, it ended up being a servant who fed her.


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    Now, with no servants around, was Max going to feed her himself?


    She held her breath, swallowed hard, her hands clenched into fists under the nket, and a sheen of


    sweat formed on her back.


    Max held the spoon to her lips, his movements stiff and inexperienced, “Eat.


    His tone wasn’t particrly tender, but it wasn’t indifferent either.


    Brielle opened her mouth, feeling as if the soup tasted sweet.


    Max took a fork and carefully picked up some food, holding it under her lips.


    Stunned by the gesture, Brielle opened her mouth and ate it as soon as she saw his impatience


    growing.


    One spoonful of porridge, one bite of food, he arranged it all so smoothly.


    The warmth filled Brielle’s aching stomach, soothing the pain.


    Neither of them spoke..


    The atmosphere seemed to grow cozy, but this coziness was swiftly interrupted, as ephemeral as a few


    fleeting seconds.


    Max’s phone rang. He hit the speaker button and ced it aside, continuing to stir the soup. “Dad.”


    He called out, spooning more soupto Brielle.


    Brielle, now sweating from nerves, didn’t dare open her mouth, but also feared that Max might say


    something else, so she waved her hand, indicating she was full.


    The authoritative voice of Michael came through the phone, “Max, everyone was here today. why did


    you leave?”


    “There was an urgent matter at work. Please apologize to Jose for me.”


    Michael nced around at the seated family members, feeling a twinge of disappointment, “What


    urgent matter? I just called Patrick, and you weren’t at the office. Were you working overtime at


    Premier Pce?”


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