Chapter 5

He had the salesclerk carefully wrap the jewelry, then drove to a newly opened bakery nearby.

Mr. Shaw, who had never been interested in sweets before, leaned against the display window, carefully examining the delicate pastries he had once sneered at.

"Do you have a low-sugar version of this cake? And for this chocolate one, can you use sugar-free cocoa powder?"

Mr. Shaw instructed the staff in a gentle tone.

Several employees praised him for being so thoughtful and attentive to his girlfriend.

My heart clenched into a knot, almost painfully enough to make me faint.

Mr. Shaw picked up the packaged cake, eager to get back to the hospital.

I sat in the back seat, watching him occasionally steadying the box of pastries with his hand, my heart aching to the point where I could hardly breathe.

Halfway through the drive, Mr. Shaw suddenly slammed on the brakes, frowning as he looked towards the right side of the street.