All of Julien''s anger had dissipated in an instant.


    "You must be exhausted from the past couple of days of working. You haven''t had dinner yet, have


    you?" Jonah held up a stic bag in his hand.


    He continued, "I remembered that you mentioned you don''t usually eat carbs. Instead, you have fried


    chicken to reward yourself when you''re under a lot of stress and tired. So I''ve brought you some fried


    chicken. I don''t know what vor you like, so I bought several."


    Julien swallowed hungrily.


    In the end, he still let Jonah enter the office.


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    But to save his pride, Julien put on a poker face and sat back in his chair, refusing to look at Jonah.


    "There''s no need to be so polite, Mr. Jonah. Helping the sick and injured is my duty as a doctor, so I''ll


    always perform to my best."


    "Is someone angry?" Jonah asked instead, ignoring how distant Julien was being.


    Julien blinked quickly. "W-Who''s angry here? Not me."


    "If you weren''t angry, why were you crying?"


    Julien''s heart pounded wildly, and his cheeks flushed. He instinctively nced at the mirror on the wall.


    In the reflection, Julien''s lips were pulled tight and cheeks extremely flushed, looking like someone''s


    angry wife.


    Jonah chuckled silently and took out the boxes of fried chicken, arranging them in front of Julien. He


    even set the utensils and tissues down neatly by the side.


    "You''ve worked really hard these past few days," Jonah rasped, showing some self-restraint.


    Julien''s heart trembled as he met Jonah''s eyes.


    Jonah wiped his hands with a tissue and sat across from Julien. "I''ve just been unable to spend time


    with you because of my father''s illness and my family members all being here. I''m the eldest child, after


    all.


    "Naturally, I had to tend to my father and console my family. In addition, I have to make time for


    company affairs to strengthen morale. So I had no choice, Julien. I''m really sorry."


    Julien''s chest heaved greatly as the urge to cry struck him again. He quickly took a big bite of a piece


    of fried chicken. "What''s the apology for? Weirdo..."


    Jonah''s smile deepened as he gazed at Julien. "Have some more. You''ve lost a lot of weight already.


    "The taste is not bad. Remember to get ketchup next time. I prefer original vored chicken with


    ketchup," Julien said, eating his chicken. He then regarded Jonah''s outfit and smiled. "That was fast.


    Seems like you really like this suit, huh?"


    "I do." Jonah nodded seriously.


    Julien suddenly leaned toward Jonah and said, "Well, do you like your suit better or me?"


    Jonah''s eyes ran across Julien''s body, exuding a seductive air. "Is there a difference?"


    Frustrated, Julien tore into another drumstick, knowing he wouldn''t get the response he wanted from


    Jonah.


    "Seriously though, Julien. Thank you," Jonah said sincerely. "My entire family and I owe you a giant


    debt."


    "In that case, you''re not going to pay it off just with a chicken dinner, are you?" Julien huffed, even


    though he seemed to be greatly enjoying his meal.


    "Of course not. What else would you like in return? Feel free to ask."


    The moment Jonah said this, Julien suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed him right on the lips.


    Julien''s exhaustion had long dissipated. His kiss wasced with frustration, clearly not nning to go


    easy on Jonah. But though Jonah was the one being kissed, he still allowed Julien to do as he pleased.


    Time seemed to stretch as their kiss deepened, akin to a dance shared.