Chapter - 270
As soon as Sharon left, the door clicked shut, and the room fell into a brief silence. Rick, still lounging with a half-empty bottle of beer in hand, glanced over at Jemimah. Her cheeks were a little flushed—whether from the excitement or the few sips of beer she had earlier, her slightly unsteady walk gave away that she was a bit tipsy.
Jemimah stumbled slightly, a playful smile on her lips. "You know," she began, her words slightly slurred, "we should've asked Sharon to stay for dinner. She seems nice."
She trailed off for a moment, then turned toward Rick, her eyes focused on him.
"What do you feel like eating, Rick?" She tilted her head, genuinely waiting for his response.
"Maybe if I can make something nice and quick, we could take it to your father at the hospital," she suggested, her voice hopeful.
"You know, some homemade food could cheer him up. It would be nice for him."
