Upon hearing that, Xavia momentarily froze. How could she have forgotten!
After catching his breath again, Stefan explained, “Look, I just have a bit of stomach deficiency and lung fever, nothing major… I’ll be fine after resting for a few days…”
Naturally, Xavia couldn’t stop herself from continuing to worry. After all, he had helped her a lot, and she always hoped for the best for him. With that in mind, she was prompted to say, “…Look, I’m staying in S City in the next few days anyway, so I’ve made my decision. I’m preparing three meals per day for you until then, and you’re not allowed to refuse. If you do, then I won’t ask for your help ever again. Deal?”
…When she put her mind to it, this girl could really sound authoritative… In the end, Stefan couldn’t help but smile helplessly as he replied, “…As long as you don’t trouble yourself too much…”
He was saying this since he wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to recover… He didn’t have much time left, so the fact that he was being given more chances to see her was truly the best he could ask for…
Either way, since Xavia had no clue about all this, she simply headed to the supermarket in the afternoon to get a plethora of ingredients so that she could make some stomach-soothing soup for Stefan later that evening.
Back when Xavia was younger, her grandmother always fed her with tonics, stating that they were far better compared to modern medicine. It was thanks to that that Xavia now knew what to make whenever something like this came up. Regardless, once she was done, she quickly returned to start making the soup.
Still… stomach issues? Zivon had the same problem as well back then… Were these powerful men just so preoccupied with work that they didn’t even bother taking care of their bodies…? At the thought of Zivon, Xavia paused for a moment… before ultimately getting her phone out and sending him a text.
‘No matter how busy you are, remember to eat, alright…? No buts. Actually, send me a picture of you eating, just so I can be sure…’
When Xavia didn’t get an immediate response, she couldn’t help but wonder whether he was still mad at her… Feeling down, she sent another text, stating, ‘…If you’re mad, why don’t I coax you the way you like next time we meet…?’
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