Only then did Magnus breathe easy and end the call.
He truly had matured a great deal in recent months, finally grasping the lessons life had been hammering into him.
He also realized Cecilia never lacked money; she had simply decided she would no longer rescue him unconditionally.
After all, they weren’t related by blood, and he owed her so much already. Where had he found the nerve to keep begging?
After work, Magnus picked up two orders of barbecue and headed home.
Denise had spent her day off visiting her parents and had just returned. As usual, she was eating a bowl of plain pasta, not a trace of oil in sight.
When Magnus saw those colorless pasta, he couldn’t help frowning.
“I bought meat—it’s in the fridge. Why didn’t you stir-fry some? Living on pasta every day isn’t nutritious.”
Denise waved him off. “I got back late. Who has time to cook? A quick bowl of pasta fills the stomach.”
Magnus knew time wasn’t the issue. She simply didn’t want to touch the food he had bought.
He held out one of the paper bags of barbecue.
“Have some barbecue.”
Denise eyed the skewers, swallowed quietly, then shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m already full.”
“I bought two portions. If you don’t eat, I’ll have to throw the extra away, and I hate wasting food. Since you’re full, just eat a little more,” Magnus said, then began on his share.
Denise watched him for a moment, reached out, and took the other portion.
“Thank you.”
She knew he had said all that just to make sure she ate something decent.
Magnus smiled. “It’s only barbecue. When I’ve got money, I’ll treat you to the best food every day.”
For the first time, Denise actually believed he might succeed.
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