Their conversation flowed with warmth, painting a touching picture of a caring family.
Nearby, Holden observed the warm scene but couldnât fully discern its authenticity.
Despite their smiles and warm exchanges, Bennettâs demeanor seemed somewhat forced, and Moss appeared cautious.
Once Bennett finished applying the medication, Moss neatly stowed away the medical supplies.
After tidying up, he turned to Bennett and asked, âAre you hungry? Iâve prepared some delicious food today.
Youâre in for a treat.
â
Upon hearing Mossâ words, Bennett started to feel hungry.
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âAs a matter of fact, Iâm famished,â Bennett quipped.
With a smile, Moss rose and ushered Bennett and Holden toward the elevator.
After they descended to B3, the aroma of delicious food greeted them as the elevator doors slid open.
Moss had hurriedly answered the door for Bennett and Holden just now, leaving him no time to clear the table set for three.
Holdenâs heart skipped a beat when he noticed the used tableware.
Three place settings?
Moss clearly hadnât dined alone.
He couldnât have set the table for Bennett and him as the tableware already bore recent signs of use.
Holdenâs eyes landed on a black headband lying on the table.
He had a sudden thought-had Ariana occupied one of the settings? Was Ariana here? If so, why didnât he see her?
Holden surveyed the room, finding no trace of Ariana.
A surge of emotions swept through him.
Bennett also observed the tableware, his lips curving into a slight smile.
He remained silent.
As Moss fetched new cutlery, Bennett pulled out a chair and seated himself .
Just as Moss returned, he heard Bennett conversing with Colt.
âHave a seat, Colt.
â Bennett gestured.
Noticing Holdenâs hesitation, Bennett urged, âYou must be tired and hungry now.
Come, join us.
â
Holdenâs stomach growled in agreement, yet he didnât sit down, playing along with Bennett instead.
âIâm just a subordinate.
It wouldnât be appropriate, would it?â
Holden said, feigning hesitation.
Bennett feigned a scowl.
âWhatâs the matter? So you are refusing to listen to me now?â
âI didnât mean that.
Itâs justâ¦â Holden paused, glancing at Moss, his intention clear.
He was seeking Mossâ opinion.
âUncle Moss, my subordinate has been working tirelessly for a while now.
Would you mind if he joined us for this meal?â Bennett asked, his eyes following Holdenâs gaze toward Moss.
Moss remained silent, seemingly indifferent to Bennettâs request.
He drank alone, his expression inscrutable, giving away nothing of his thoughts.