A gentle soul? Marcus recalled the day when that little girl's hands were clenched around his neck, as if she wished to strangle him to death.
She was indeed gentle, considering she didn't actually kill him.
The door behind him suddenly stirred, and the knob was turning.
Marcus was instantly on guard, returning to his usual stoic demeanor.
Sophia pushed open the door. After seeing the child whispering something to the man, a flicker of unease passed through her eyes. She smiled and asked, "Awake, Tristan? What were you and your dad chatting about?"
Marcus replied, "Nothing much. The boy says he's hungry."
Sophia didn't doubt him, and she began smiling gently. "Oh, I came to ask what you two would like for dinner. We're running low on groceries, so I was thinking of going to the store."
Marcus looked at her and spoke in an unusually soft tone. "You don’t need to. You've been out all day; you must be tired. Let's just order room service from the hotel."
Sophia was touched that Marcus was showing concern for her. "Marcus, it's alright. I enjoy cooking for you and Tristan."
Marcus insisted. "You can cook tomorrow; rest for today. Plus, Tristan says he's hungry now; room service would be faster."
Sophia's smile froze, thinking he was showing concern for her, only to find out he was more worried about her cooking taking too long and delaying Tristan's meal.
"Okay, I'll order Tristan's favorites from the hotel."
"Sure."
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