Chapter 41

I looked at him, a smile tugging at my lips. "Thank you, Jason. You really didn't have to do all this."

He shrugged, his smirk softening. "It's the least I could do, especially after what we just went through. Life-and-death situations have a way of putting things in perspective."

I bit my lip, feeling a strange mix of emotions I couldn't quite name. "I hope it didn't stress you out too much," I said, eyeing the sheer number of pastries he had brought. The bag was nearly bursting with an assortment of croissants, muffins, and danishes.

Jason chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Nah, it's not even that far."

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Vincent in the far corner looked at it, his eyebrows twitching.

Isn't that far? Just downtown?

He recognized the bakery name. It was an exclusive bakery that baked goodies for the Lincoln family and all other top notch people, eating it is like tasting an heavenly realm.

And he is saying it as if…it's nothing.