The congee was well made, and the taste of the ingredients was maintained. Alexa liked its softness and stickiness.
Seeing that Alexa liked the congee, Kieran continued to serve her.
Alexa ate silently and inadvertently looked at his hand.
Kieran's fingers were slender. Although they were much fairer than ordinary people, they were warm and strong enough to give her a sense of security.
"Dr. Powell, you don't have to worry about me," Alexa whispered. "Go do your job."
"Are you full?" Kieran looked up.
The congee was all that Alexa had eaten this morning, but she did not feel hungry. After eating just a little more, she lost her appetite.
"I'm stuffed." Alexa nodded and thanked Kieran. "Thank you, Dr. Powell."
Kieran got up to take away the tableware and said gently.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't like the hospital's food, so I asked my chef to cook it. I'm afraid it doesn't fit your preference."