Retracting the message only made it more obvious.

Lemira lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Ever since her memories of the crash returned, her feelings toward Orion had undergone a massive shift.

Shortly after, a visitor knocked on her door.

Sebastian Bennett strolled in carrying a branded takeout bag. He set it on her overbed table. "Brought you some high-end cuisine. I figured no one would be here to visit you, so I took pity on you."

The rich aroma filled the room. Sebastian was an absolute gourmet; any food he went out of his way to buy was guaranteed to be phenomenal.

"Thanks," Lemira said, genuinely surprised.

"That's a very calm reaction. Aren't you moved to tears? I went out of my way to pick this up. This place has an impossible waitlist."

Lemira chuckled at his arrogance. "Let me guess, Attorney Bennett bypassed the line using his face?"

"Obviously. They have to show me some respect. But it wasn't a freebie. I promised to give them free legal advice next time they need it." Sebastian began unpacking the containers. "You know how exorbitant my hourly rate is. If anything, they

scammed me."

"That's a new perspective. You truly are one of a kind, Sebastian."

Sebastian looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, starting to realize I'm vastly superior to a certain someone? If I hadn't been out of town on business yesterday, I definitely would have beaten Orion here."

Lemira raised an eyebrow. The tone of his voice felt a little too pointed. "Do you have a crush on me or something?"

Sebastian scoffed loudly. "Why do you girls always overthink things? I'm only here out of humanitarian concern because you are my client. Understand?"

Lemira nodded solemnly. "That's a relief."

Sebastian paused. "...That doesn't feel like a compliment." He leaned against the counter. "Am I that terrible in your eyes? You seriously don't feel a spark at all?"

"Attorney Bennett, you were the one who just told me not to catch feelings, and now you're insulted that I haven't. It's hard being a person, but it's even harder being your client."

Sebastian snapped a pair of chopsticks apart. "Shut up and eat, before I regret bringing you anything."

As Lemira took the chopsticks, she kept glancing toward the door.

"You've checked the hallway three times since I got here," Sebastian noted. "Are you expecting someone?"

Lemira cleared her throat. "No one."

Sebastian raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Just then, a delivery courier from Bistrova walked in holding an

elegant tiered food carrier. "net

Langston, your dinner is served Where should set it?

The courier paused, noticing the feast already laid out on the table.

"Just put it on the table," Lemira said smoothly. "There's plenty of room."

Sebastian let out a loud, mocking scoff through his nose.

Intimidated by the hostile glare Sebastian was giving him, the Bistrova courier quickly unloaded the dishes. "Enjoy your meal, Ms. Langsten!" he said, practically sprinting out of the roof.

Lemira looked at Sebastian. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"Want to join me?"

She handed him a pair of silverware. Sebastian took it with a sigh. "Look at this Bistrova food it's incredibly average. The ingredients are

average, the seasoning is average, even the packaging is average."

He proceeded to ruthlessly critique every single dish from Bistrova.

Amused, Lemira changed the subject. "Since Gregory Jones agreed to stop protecting the Sinclairs, the case should be a slam dunk, right?"

"Exactly. The evidence is rock solid. Once we go to trial, Amelia will pay the price."

Lemira smiled. That was all she needed to hear.

The next morning, after a final checkup, Lemira was cleared for discharge. Before leaving, she wanted to stop by and say goodbye to Mrs. Amanda.

However, as she approached the VIP suite, she found Sophia Sinclair kneeling on the floor outside the door.