Xanthea dashed into the storage room, rifling through each shelf in search of a thermometer. As she reached the bottom shelf, she caught a glimpse of a safe, adorned with a delicate blue iris flower, dried to perfection.
She couldn't help but touch it, and immediately, the digital display lit up with a prompt—Please enter her birthday; it startled her enough to quickly withdraw her hand.
Please enter her birthday? Her? A woman?
It struck her as childish that Orion, the illustrious Crestwood tycoon, would use a woman’s birthday as the safe’s password. Wasn’t he afraid of thieves? Or perhaps this woman was exceptionally important to him?
He didn’t have a girlfriend. Could it be his mother's birthday? Or maybe it was the birthday of some muse he dreamed about?
Pondering this, she opened another compartment marked with a cross. Inside, there was not only a thermometer but also a first aid kit, filled with unopened medications for colds, fevers, burns, and more.
Orion, despite having all sorts of medicine at home, stubbornly refused to take any, deliberately neglecting his health. If she were a family member, she would definitely scold him!
"Orion, I found it."
Carrying the medicine kit, Xanthea came out to see Orion thoughtfully sipping the soup she had made.
She smiled as she approached, resting her arms on the dining table, and playfully watching him with her sparkling eyes, “How is it? This is my first time making soup. Does it taste okay?”
“Mmm, it’s delicious.”
Orion’s clear, appreciative tone didn’t try to hide his praise, “Ms. Nightshade, you excel at everything you do.”
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