“You must eat lunch on time.” Justin beamed at me as he lifted the spoon near my face.
I opened my mouth and ate what was on the spoon. I chewed the food before replying, “I had a lot of new applicants to interview.”
He narrowed his eyes on me. I could see his jaw clenching as he looked at me. “Even so…” He muttered as he fed me another. “Damn. I should’ve asked Senna to bring you food for lunch.”
I chewed the food and stared at him. Right now, I feel like it’s four years over and over again. He’s here, feeding me lunch, telling me not to skip meals for anything, taking care of me so well. I could remember every minute we spent doing these same things years go. And the feeling is so good—so good that I could actually love time to stop.
“It’s fine. My members could do that for me.”
