He pursed his thin lips, and in the awkward silence of the office, he slowly lifted a pink insulated lunch container and said quietly,
“...Time for lunch?”
“...”
Liliana slowly came to her senses.
She forced a smile. “What are you doing here?”
Linton replied, “Bringing you lunch.”
He held the container, his eyes fixed on Liliana, his gaze inadvertently falling on her protruding belly.
Linton paused.
His broken leg hadn't fully healed, and he walked with a noticeable limp. Each step was slow and seemed to send a piercing pain through him.
But he persisted, walking toward Liliana step by agonizing step.
He lowered his head, lifting the lunch container and speaking in a careful, hoarse voice.
“Liliana, I saw you came back to work this afternoon...”
“I know that once you start sketching, you forget to eat, and I was worried you’d be hungry, so I made some nutritious food for you...”
Every word Linton spoke was laced with trepidation, his heart pounding in his chest.
He was afraid Liliana wouldn’t want to hear his voice, that she would cut him off and throw him out at any moment.
His eyes held a hint of desperation.
Liliana’s expression was calm.
She looked up and noticed the man's haggard, sickly appearance. There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept properly in a long time.
He was still covered in bandages from his injuries.
Maybe it was her imagination,
but it seemed like every time he appeared before her, his tall, lean frame was adorned with new wounds.
He also seemed thinner than before, the bones in his wrists starkly visible.
Liliana’s about to speak.
Aiden’s gentle, polite voice, like a flowing stream, suddenly cut in. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mr. Cooper.”
“However...”
“Aiden.”


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