Chapter 107 Recovering His Memories.
Between the constant glances that were being thrown their way as other hospital patients walked by and the sound of Ashley chattering away with Gabriel, informing him of all the things that had happened both in Denver and here, Oslo, Leonica found it hard to focus on the meal which they had actually come here to have.
“... and then, mommy got me Betty,” Ashley said, showing his father the doll he always carried around. Gabriel bummed in an understanding tone, nodding his head as he took a bite from his burger.
Strange, Leonica thought as she had glanced at him in the middle of taking said bite from his beef burger. The Gabriel she knew was far too stuck up to even have a bite from a veggie burger, talk less a beef burger.
Then again, she shook her head, briefly reminding herself that the Gabriel seating in front of her wasn’t the stuck up stoic man he had been a few weeks ago.
“Everything okay?” Gabriel asked after noticing her somewhat weird behavior.
She sucked a breath in rather harshly when she saw him staring intently at her, dark eyes scanning her face. “Y-yes.” She somehow stuttered. Closing her eyes, she briefly cursed herself, then forced a smile on her lips. “I’m fine.”
Whether or not she was lying, Gabriel didn’t have enough time to figure that out as the hospital’s residential waiter in the cafeteria approached them.
“Hello Mr. Bryce,” He greeted with a bow, then turned towards Leonica, flashing her a smile that went perfectly with his attractive waiter looks, one that Gabriel quickly realized he wasn’t too fond of. “Milady, hope you enjoyed the meal?”
“I did.” Leonica answered honestly, because as a matter of fact, she had indeed enjoyed the meal, safe for the occasional and choking state’s people gave the family of three, the taste had been delightful. Almost as good as her cooking, if she must say.
“Glad to here that,” The waiter said, flashing another smile, one which Gabriel couldn’t help but roll his eyes at. Leonica didn’t miss the gesture and shoot him a questioning look to which he ignored. “How about you, little one?”
When Ashley was asked, his demeanor seemed to steamer down temporarily and the energetic boy from once before suddenly disappeared. “It was good, but I didn’t like the veggies. They were overcooked,” he admitted cautiously. “Mommy knows how to cook better.” He added in, of course not missing a moment to show his mother off.