"..." Renee Langdon felt really choked up. She said aggrievedly, "What, am I not even allowed to eat now?"
Quinn Leroy suggested, "You can order takeout."
That was a good idea. Renee hung up and immediately ordered takeout.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang: "Ding-dong—"
Renee just assumed it was the delivery, but when she pulled the door open, she saw Quinn Leroy standing there in a casual T-shirt and jeans, his eyes calm and reserved, his tall figure straight as a pine. He looked clean, clear, strikingly handsome, carrying a faint ascetic air, as if he'd shaken off all worldly dust.
Maybe he was afraid of being recognized on the way over, so he was still wearing a mask.
Renee stared at him in surprise and asked, "You... how come you're here."
Quinn took off his mask and lifted the things in his hand a little. "Weren't you not eating?"
Renee took the bags from him, hurriedly let Quinn in, then closed the door and quickly poured him a glass of water.
