Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

Wayne Memorial Hospital — Room 001

Miexha still felt dazed from the sudden kiss.

Her heart had not yet slowed when Zatariel gently helped her sit more comfortably against the pillows.

“How was school?” she asked softly.

“The campus felt empty without you,” he replied immediately.

“Did anything important happen?”

“I counted every day until you woke up.”

“Did I… miss anything?”

“I missed you.”

Each answer made her cheeks grow warmer.

Zatariel’s tone was sincere… yet playfully overwhelming.

Miexha gave up asking.

“You’re impossible,” she murmured shyly.

Zatariel only smiled proudly.

“I brought something,” he said, lifting the box he had carefully placed on the table.
“My mother made this specially for you.”

“She said it would cheer you up and help you recover faster.”

He opened the box, revealing a freshly baked pie.

The scent was unfamiliar yet rich.

He sliced a portion and handed it to her carefully.

Miexha accepted it with a grateful smile.

“Thank you…”

She hesitated before asking again, cautious he might tease her once more.

“What… kind of pie is it?”

Zatariel tilted his head playfully.
“It’s meat pie.”

Miexha blinked.
“What kind of meat?”

She studied the aroma more carefully.

Her mother had trained her since childhood to recognize certain ingredients—
especially the ones she must never eat.

Usually, she could identify meat simply by scent.

But this one…
she could not.

Zatariel shrugged lightly.

“I actually don’t know.”

“But everything my mother cooks is delicious.”

“She’s the best chef in the world.”

Miexha smiled faintly and took a bite.

Her eyes widened slightly.

It was… surprisingly good.

Rich, tender, flavorful—
unlike anything she had tasted before.

She nodded.
“It’s delicious.”

Zatariel crossed his arms proudly.
“I told you.”

Encouraged, Miexha accepted a second slice.

As she ate, Zatariel suddenly grew quieter.

His usual teasing expression softened into something more serious.
“Mimi…”

His voice lowered slightly.
“Can you say it?”

She looked at him curiously.

“I know you… love me”
“…but I still want to hear it.”
He hesitated, then continued,
“No matter what anyone says…”
“No matter who tries to decide things for you…”

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