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    “Alright.” Rachel gave him a faint smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”


    When she got back to the hospital, Brian’s IV drip had just finished.


    The moment he saw her, he wasted no time and ordered everyone else to leave the room.


    “Come eat,” Rachel opened the container, revealing the delicious pasta inside. “I didn’t have many ingredients left, so I kept it simple. Give it a try.”


    Brian took a bite and nodded in approval. Within minutes, he had cleared the entire te.


    However, as he hadn’t eaten all night, the pasta wasn’t enough to satisfy him.


    After finishing, he asked, “Is there more?”


    Rachel shook her head and answered casually, “I didn’t realize you’d be this hungry. I made some for Trey too, so that was all of it.”


    Just like that, the pasta he’d enjoyed moments ago didn’t seem as good anymore.


    His face grew tense. “So you didn’t make this just for me?”


    “Trey workedte and hadn’t eaten, so I made him a te too. But his had spicy beef, and yours didn’t.”


    Brian put his fork down and pulled the nket over himself without another word. His expression was like stone, cold and unreadable.


    Rachel was confused. Was he seriously sulking just because she hadn’t made extra pasta? Was he really this short-tempered? She never realized he was this quick to get upset.


    Rachel stepped closer, her tone gentler. “I didn’t know you were this hungry. If you want more, I can have Ronald order something for you, or I can go back and make some oatmeal.”


    Brian shot her a look. His expression turned even more grim. The longer he stared, the more his frustration burned.


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    She still didn’t understand. This wasn’t about hunger—it was about Trey. Jealousy wed at him. Why was his girlfriend cooking for another man? Just hearing Trey’s name left a bad taste in his mouth.


    Before the tension could stretch any further, a nurse walked in and spoke in a gentle but firm tone. “It’s gettingte. The patient needs rest.”


    Rachel quickly packed up the container. “Alright. Brian, you should get some rest. I’ll head out now.”


    “Stay.” His voice cut through the silence.


    “What?” She paused, turning back.


    “Don’t go. Stay with me tonight.”


    “You’re still running a fever. You should sleep alone,” Rachel insisted, turning Brian down.


    He wasn’t giving up so easily. “Then help me clean up. I need to wash up,” he said casually.


    Rachel raised an eyebrow. “I’ll call Ronald. Since you’re both men, it makes more sense.”


    Brian, clearly unimpressed, shot back, “You’re my future wife. That makes it more appropriate.”


    Rachel sighed internally. Brian being sick was a mix of stubbornness and childishness, all wrapped into one.


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