Ten minutes later.
The medication was done.
"Can I go now?"
"You can."
However, as Isabella was about to leave the room, Julian called her back, "I'm hungry."
"..." Isabella hesitated for a moment before replying, "The meal will be delivered soon."
Then.
She went downstairs to the dining room, brought the prepared food to the kitchen, heated it in the microwave, placed it on a tray, and delivered it to Julian's room upstairs.
The entire process.
Took only eight minutes.
Julian was somewhat surprised.
He was secretly pleased; she was indeed not the manipulative type of woman. She still devotedly and quickly prepared dinner for him.
"Thank you for the hard work." For the first time in his life, he spoke in such a humble tone, his deep eyes surging with endless tenderness.
"..." Isabella silently placed the meal on the bedside table. Seeing he made no move to eat, she frowned and asked, "Do you want me to feed you?"
"That would be best." Julian smirked mischievously.
