[162]

"Looks like he's busy with his cell phone." Brina giggled in the doorway of Giselle's room. Jane stood not far from her. In her hand was a tray of chicken soup and porridge that she had made for Giselle.

Hoping that the girl's appetite would return and her health would gradually improve. But it seemed, from the slight crack in Giselle's door that was not closed tightly, it could already be seen that Giselle was fine.

Minus her pretty face scowling with eyes focused on the cell phone.

"But if you wait outside, Giselle won't eat this soup." Jane smiled slightly and knocked lightly on Giselle's bedroom door. Suddenly, the girl was slightly startled and hid her cell phone.

Just like a teenage girl who was caught doing something. But so be it. As long as nothing made Giselle sad or disappointed, Jane was happy.

"I hope you like my cooking."

Giselle smiled widely. "When would I turn it down." She prepared to sit on the back of the bed. The blanket