Mary smiled and said, “It was the least I could do.”

She stood up and walked toward Kent, asking in concern, “Dr. Levitt, why are you back so late? How did it go with Dr. Jones?

“Are you hungry? Should I make you something to eat?”

“No need,” Kent replied coolly, “It’s fine. You should head back now.

“Oh, this milk tea is for you.”

He handed her the milk tea.

Mary knew it definitely was not originally intended for her, but she accepted it anyway, looking delighted. “It’s my favorite flavor