She returned to his hospital room after buying groceries. Because he had sponsored the construction of this hospital, even though his injuries were only superficial, he was staying in a deluxe ward equipped with all amenities. When she entered with the groceries, she noticed his expression darken again. Ignoring him, she headed into the kitchen.
It wasn't intentional on her part. It had been a while since she had cooked, and her skills were rusty. She managed to prepare two dishes—one too salty, the other too bland. Lacking ingredients for a redo, she had no choice but to serve it as it was. She cared for him as if he were a critically ill patient, setting up a small table for him to eat in front of him, then placing the food on the table and handing him chopsticks and a spoon, almost feeding him herself.
Since he wanted to play a role, she would play along.
