Ding dongâ
The doorbell rang.
Dailey got up to answer the door.
Finn handed him a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Sensing something was off, Finn gathered his courage and asked, "You didn't have much for dinner. Should I have the hotel send something up?"
Dailey nodded and listed a few dishes.
Finn agreed and went to instruct the hotel staff.
He ran into Quinn on his way back and struck up a conversation.
"I'm not sure what Ms. Jackson likes, but the young master doesn't even know what he likes to eat. Yet, he remembers all her favorites."
Quinn munched on a grilled cheese sandwich. "Didn't the young master use to love sweet and sour pork?"
He remembered Christine mentioning it the last time she brought food to the young master's house.
Finn rolled his eyes, "You're such a blockhead. That's what Ms. Jackson likes. Now, whatever she likes, he likes."
Quinn replied, "Oh."
Finn sighed, "Why do I even bother talking?"
Inside the room, Dailey set the chicken noodle soup on the coffee table and invited Christine to eat.
Christine had eaten plenty at dinner, but after some time had passed and it was now late at night, she was indeed hungry.
She walked over to the coffee table and sat down on the floor.
Dailey had already unpacked the meal and handed her a fork.
Christine accepted it, her expression complicated.
She stirred the soup a bit and hesitated before taking a bite.
"The chicken noodle soup is a specialty. If you're not in the mood for it, I can have something else brought up. The hotel will be sending more dishes soon, all your favorites. You can start with this if you like."
Christine couldn't quite describe her feelings at the moment but shook her head and said, "It's not that..."
She paused, then asked, "Do you want some?"
The shadows in Dailey's eyes faded, replaced with a faint smile.
"I'm just worried you won't have enough."
"..."
Christine silently ate her soup.
Soon, the dishes she loved arrived.
"I can't possibly eat all of this. Don't let it go to waste; help yourself," she said.
Dailey settled down beside her, also sitting on the floor, without any fuss.
Finn, who lagged behind, watched and shook his head in disbelief.
Quinn, having ordered himself a slice of apple pie from the hotel, ate with satisfaction.
"How can you still be eating!" Finn exclaimed, exasperated.
Quinn looked innocent, "I'm hungry."
Finn: "..."
Inside the room, a rare harmony prevailed.
Christine thought of Duke Northwood, "Could my college friend come along?"
Dailey's eyes darkened, "Are you trying to help him climb the career ladder?"
Christine immediately sensed he had done his homework.
They had been getting along peacefully, but now tempers flared again.
Dailey's eyes grew colder, "Is it wrong to eliminate potential threats?"
Christine snapped, "I'm not yours! Whether I live or die is none of your business!"
"How is it not? If something happens to you, I can't go on either."
"..."
The conversation hit a dead end, and Christine told him to get out.
Christine pushed him out of the room.
As they reached the door, Dailey said, "Remember to apply your medicine..."
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Finn and Quinn, standing nearby, exchanged a look: Whoaâ
Unfazed, Dailey headed to the room opposite.
Finn commented, "Giving up the luxury of the penthouse suite to stay in a regular room."
Quinn, swallowing the last of his pie, sighed contentedly, "Deliciousâ"
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Christine took a shower and, before going to bed, made a phone call to Duke Northwood.