We got into the car, and the dizziness has lessened a bit. After a while, I feel much better, although I still haven’t regained all my strength. Adrien continues to analyze me closely, attentive to my condition. His demeanor confuses me; he is now more caring and affectionate, unlike his cold and distant attitude during the trip.
— You haven’t eaten anything; I’m going to order something for us to have for dinner when we get there — he says while squeezing my hand. — What would you like to eat, my love?
I stay looking at him, still confused, but yes, he’s right, I haven’t eaten, and maybe that contributed to my body collapsing.
Before I can say anything, Adrien continues:
— How about spaghetti carbonara? — he says with an enticing look.
My eyes light up, and I can't help but feel my m
