Katelyn’s hands balled into fists as she inhaled deeply, her resolve firming. “Understood.”

Her role as a doctor had always guided her actions. This had motivated her to intervene when Langston attempted to harm Jamison. Yet, in light of these revelations, she felt it was time Jamison faced the consequences of his actions alone. Deciding to withdraw her medical support, she left Langston to deal with his vengeful feelings independently.

After Samuel left, Katelyn turned her attention back to the design sketches she had been working on. The deadline Vincent had set was quickly approaching, leaving Katelyn with just two days to complete her tasks. As she concentrated on her work, the morning swiftly transitioned to noon.

Preferring her own cooking to the offerings of the company cafeteria, Katelyn routinely packed her lunch and often included an extra serving for Vincent. The moment she opened her lunchbox, the enticing scent of her cooking filled the room. These were dishes Katelyn had mastered over time.

She slid the lunchbox across the table toward Vincent, her eyes catching the hefty pile of paperwork on his desk. “Try to eat something before you dive back into work,” she said softly.

Vincent acknowledged her with a slight, appreciative grin as he surveyed the appetizing array of food. “If design didn’t work out, you could definitely have a second career in the kitchen,” he remarked.

Katelyn chuckled in response.

These dishes are straightforward. Anything more elaborate is beyond my skills.” Her cooking had once been adapted to suit Neil’s tastes, but those days were behind her.

Their office housed a sizable round table. Katelyn pulled up a chair, and they sat together. The dishes, though simple, were exactly to Vincent’s liking.

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Contemplating the meal she had prepared, Vincent pondered aloud, “Will I continue to receive such personalized attention?”

Katelyn looked down at the dishes and responded with a reassuring smile. “Absolutely, just give me a heads-up if you have any specific cravings.”

Given all the support Vincent had provided, bringing him a meal seemed like a modest gesture of gratitude. A subtle smile appeared in Vincent’s eyes as he said, “I’m really lucky to have your cooking every day.”

“If you enjoy it, feel free to have more,” Katelyn said. Her own hunger had set in after a busy morning. Still, she ate slowly, savoring each bite.

Vincent, seated opposite her, added to the pleasure of the meal just by being there. Katelyn casually picked up a piece of fish and savored it leisurely. Her preparation of the fish was perfect, devoid of any undesirable odor. Vincent tasted it carefully, nodding in approval.

“I might need to take some cooking lessons from you.”

Katelyn was just about to reply when her face suddenly changed, her expression shifting.

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