"Didn't you prepare soup for Boss? You can pass it to him along with the documents." Jason dared not to enter Luke's office as he might cross the line. He was just joking before, but he dared not do it anymore.

Besides, if Luca did not go into Luke's office, the rest of them would all be in trouble later.

Jason urged Luca to do it. She did not tell him about her hesitation.

Jason noticed that she was not taking any action, so he said, "Boss saw me drinking the soup just now. He looked mad."

"Did you tell him that I gave you the soup?" Luca wanted to know if he did it on purpose.

Jason did not have to piss Luke off.

"Yes. Boss was wondering why I was drinking soup early in the morning. His expression changed when he knew it was you who gave it to me. Dr. Craw, we have to attend a meeting later. If Mr. Crawford isn't in a good mood, we'll all be screwed." Jason recalled the look on Luke's face. It was as black as ink. It would be hard to resolve this.

Luca was probably the only one who could chase away the dark clouds above Luke's head.

Luca listened to what Jason said and could not help but doubt him. However, she had no choice but to bite the bullet when she saw him refusing to bring the documents in for her. "Alright."

She picked up the translated documents and walked back to her office.

There was only one thermos flask left. Luca hesitated for a moment before picking it up. Then, she headed to Luke's office.

Knock, knock. Luca knocked on the door. She had been having this complicated feeling since Luke asked her to move out of the apartment.

Luke's voice came from inside the office. "Come in."

Luca pushed the door open and looked at the man behind the office desk. Indeed, his face was sulky like what Jason had told her.

"Mr. Crawford, I've finished translating the documents." She walked into the office and stopped after taking two steps forward.

"Put them here." Luke did not lift his head.

Luca walked to his office desk and placed the documents on it. Then, she put the thermos flask on his desk too. She took a deep breath and turned around, ready to leave.

Luke called her. "Wait."

Luca stopped walking, then she turned around and looked at him. “Mr. Crawford, do you need anything else?"

Luke pointed at the thermos flask and asked, "What's this?"

Luca thought, 'Doesn't he know about it? Why would he ask when he already knows it?' She did not know how to answer him.

She had no choice but to answer honestly, "It's soup. I made it this morning."

"All of a sudden?" Luke stared at her. It was difficult to figure out what he had in mind with those dark eyes.

"I bought the ingredients yesterday. I'm moving out soon, right? I can't possibly move the ingredients there too, so I prepared some soup. This soup can help to clear the heat in one's body and nourish your lungs. You'll feel much better if you have it during this season," Luca explained, trying hard not to let him think too much into it.

She bought the ingredients to make the soup only because she heard him coughing.

Luke's tone sounded a little cold as he listened to Luca's explanation. "You made soup for everyone. Luca, you're not the company's chef. You're my translator and the research professor downstairs."

Luca could sense his dissatisfaction in his voice. She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Crawford. I'll take note of it."

Even though she did not prepare the soup during working hours, she admitted that she was wrong. She did not want the man to mention that particular topic to her again.

Luke saw her behavior and knew no matter what he said, it would not affect her. He would only end up feeling more dissatisfied.

Then, Luca asked, "I can take it out if you don't want the soup."

"Put it there. Go out and get ready for the meeting later." Luke did not let her take it out with her. There was nothing he would like better than Luca bringing soup for him to drink.

He had deliberately coughed in front of her yesterday just to see her reaction.

He did not expect Luca to prepare some soup. He thought it was a good thing. However, he never thought that she would share the soup with Jason.

He was unhappy about it.

Luca listened to him, nodded her head, turned around, and left.

Luke's office door was closed again. He picked up the thermos flask and noticed the flask seemed to be slightly different from the one Jason was holding. It looked like it had a larger capacity.

She made it specially for him...

Luke's mood brightened up a little at the thought of this. His woman should not be treating other men kindly. She should only be treating him kindly.

He opened the thermos flask and took a sip of the soup. The soup was freshly made in the morning. It had been kept warm until now. It tasted fresh and stimulated his taste palate.

Luke smiled satisfyingly. His unhappiness had disappeared into thin air after he found out Luca was giving him the special treatment.

Pierre's villa.

Nina lay down on the bed, feeling weak. It was her second day on hunger strike...

She did not eat anything yesterday, nor did she drink anything. She was exhausted, and she was no longer able to walk. She had no choice but to lay down on the bed to reduce her physical activities.

She looked outside the window. The sky was bright again. It had been two nights, but no one came to save her. She could not even find a way to get herself out.

Nina was able to feel the despair Luca had experienced when Pierre held her hostage back then. She was impressed with Luca's courage too. After Luca went through something that was a hundred times worse than what she was going through now, Luca was still able to stay strong.

If it had been her who went through all those things, she might have already collapsed and broken down crying.

The bedroom door was pushed open and the maid came in. She noticed that Nina did not even touch the dinner she brought to her last night. She shook her head. “Ms. Nina, don't blame me for doing it the hard way if you insist on being so stubborn."

Nina gave the maid who threatened her a haughty look and said in a cold voice, "What can you do to me? Force me to eat? I'm telling you, if you dare to do so, I'll smash my head on the wall, or I'll shove my fingers down my throat to throw up the food. I'm pretty good at inducing vomiting."

The maid listened to Nina. She was still able to talk so much. Even though she was weak, at least her body condition was still good.

She replied, "I know it's impossible to force you to eat, but we have plenty of ways to do it. You're weak and skinny. Others might be able to survive for a few days, but you'll never make it past two days. So, don't blame me for being harsh to you if you still refuse to have breakfast."

Nina turned away, ignoring every word she said.

They could not do anything to her no matter how stubborn she was. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Pierre would have ordered it.

The maid was a little angry when Nina gave her the attitude. What an ungrateful woman. If it had not been Pierre who gave his orders, she would have already done it the hard way.

She put the breakfast down, then turned around and left.

Nina heard the sound of the bedroom door being closed. She could smell the fragrance of the food.

She stared blankly at the ceiling.

Perhaps, no one was coming to save her.