"Saving and helping those in need is meaningful in itself, isn't it?" Aubree closed her book and looked up at Peter Aria.
"Finished what you were doing?"
Peter Aria touched his nose, "Sorry for making you wait."
Aubree pushed the lunch box towards him.
"What's this?" Peter asked as he opened it.
"Dumplings? Chicken soup? Chicken leg?"
Smiling, Peter said, "You came all this way to the hospital just to bring me food at this hour? You could have sent it with a courier. You just lost a lot of blood, you need to rest well. Plus, I've already eaten..."
Before he could finish speaking, his stomach rumbled embarrassingly loud.
The air in the office lingered static for a moment.
Scratching his head awkwardly, Peter said, "Well, it's been a while, I'm hungry again. Your timing couldn't have been more perfect."
Aubree didn't expose him, instead, she offered him a clean pair of chopsticks.
"Mr. Aria, your signature is needed." Mico Wood knocked, then entered the room.
