"Are you hungry? Should I make you some dinner?"
Sarah had already thought of the key to solving the problem.
As long as she cleaned up those few strands of hair in the study, she wouldn't have to lie in the same bed with Hugo anymore.
Hugo's face remained a careful mask. "No," he replied, his tone clipped.
Sarah didn't expect such an answer.
"But I'm hungry, so I'll go to the kitchen to make some spaghetti," she said as she stood up.
But when she reached the door, she turned around and looked at Hugo.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat? Then I'll just make one serving."
Hugo watched her familiar gesture, and for a moment, the past overlapped with the present.
Before all these things happened, Sarah was just like this, learning to cook specifically to take care of his stomach.
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