Ava Sterling was slightly surprised by his words, as if he was the owner here, not treating himself as an outsider at all. But upon closer thought, he really wasn’t an outsider. As he spoke, the door opened, and someone outside came in. Ava wondered if it was a nurse, so she watched the door open, but to her surprise, it wasn’t. Not only was it not a nurse, the person who came in was Quentin Quinn. Ava was shocked. Why did Quentin come? She immediately looked at him, was he about to leave? Probably, once he finishes speaking, he would definitely leave. There’s no need for him to stay here, and he has so many things to do. Coming here must have already wasted a lot of his time. Ava calmed down. Fine, let him go, once he’s gone she can continue watching TV. During these days in the hospital, she was relying on the TV to pass time. Just as she was about to turn her gaze back to the TV, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of something and immediately looked at Quentin who was walking in. Quentin was carrying two bags, not big, but clearly containing food. Quentin walked in, placed the bags on the table, and took out what was inside. Each was a delicate food box, and inside the boxes were meals. Something suddenly crossed Ava’s mind, and she said, "Have you not eaten?" She had already eaten, and quite early, at five o’clock. Poe Vaughn surely knew she had eaten, after all, they were in a hospital, and with Lauren Howell around, there was no way she could skip a meal. So it could only be him. Poe, looking at this energetic person, let out a low "hmm" from his throat. Ava blinked, and a small feeling of emotion suddenly arose in her heart. He came without eating, that’s quite nice of him. "You should eat quickly, don’t go hungry, it’s not good for your stomach." For once, she showed concern willingly. Poe’s eyes slightly shifted, but he didn’t say anything more. Yet his eyes remained fixed on her, filled with a deep hue. Quentin arranged the food and then left, while Ava looked at the table full of dishes, of which there were quite a few, with generous portions. Could he finish all this by himself? Ava suddenly felt a bit hungry, after all, it had been several hours since she last ate. And since she was focused on urging Lauren to leave, she hadn’t eaten much. Now, looking at these appetizing dishes, she suddenly felt a bit hungry. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI[F]ire.net Poe saw her eager look, unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and then went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Ava listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom and glanced at the steaming food, swallowing subconsciously. She was really hungry. Poe came out after drying his hands, and seeing her staring at the dishes with a face clearly saying "I want to eat too," he spoke up, "Want to eat?" Ava’s eyes twitched as she looked at him, "Ah, I’m a bit hungry." Poe didn’t ask further. He went to the foot of the bed, picked up the small table tray, and placed the food on it. Ava watched his movements, her eyelashes fluttering repeatedly. Was he going to eat with her? Her heart felt a surge of excitement, Ava’s mouth couldn’t help but curve upward, and joy instantly filled her entire face. However, when she reached out to grab the utensils, she found only one set. What to do now? Although she previously thought of having him serve her, for once enjoying the pleasure of being served by big shots, she didn’t think that way now. After all, he already came without eating, wouldn’t it be rather inconsiderate to make him serve her? "What do we do with just one set of utensils?" Ava spoke directly, unsure of what to do. The lunch was ordered by Lauren Howell using disposable utensils. Once finished, they were thrown away. Now, she didn’t have any extra utensils here. The deep voice fell into her ears, naturally magnetic and charming. Ava was stunned. Is he... was he being so nice today? Could this be a hallucination?