Chapter 23

"You're back, Dr. Ranford. Go wash up. Dinner's ready!" Despite being born with a heart condition, Kourtney was not delicate at all. She was surprisingly skilled at cooking and keeping the place tidy. My small apartment had never looked better—clean, organized, and welcoming. Compared to how I used to live, it was like night and day. Honestly, my place before could only be described as bare-bones. She had cooked four dishes and a soup—all hot, steaming, and filled with mouthwatering aromas that immediately awakened my appetite. Once I sat down, she took off her apron and joined me across the table. "I'm sorry if it's not to your taste, Dr. Ranford. I didn't know what you liked, so I just made a little of everything. Give them a taste." She looked at me eagerly, waiting for my reaction. After several surgeries today, I was completely drained and more than a little hungry. I gave a quick nod, picked up my fork and spoon, and started eating. "How is it?" she asked, watching me