Chapter 315: Felix's Voice Came Through Again

"Celia?" Felix's voice came through again.

Celia's finger paused on her phone screen.

"What?"

"Were you looking at apartments just now?"

Her heart skipped a beat. She forced calm into her voice. "Why do you care? What does my housing situation have to do with you?"

A flicker of hurt crossed Felix's eyes before he masked it. "I'm your boyfriend. Isn't it normal for me to be concerned?"

"I want a boyfriend, not a babysitter."

"Then...should I stop asking about your business?"

His tone held hesitation, afraid of provoking her again.

When Felix didn't press further, the tension in Celia's shoulders eased slightly. Her voice softened.

"Give it here." She extended her hand.

"What?"

"That bubble tea in your hand. Isn't it for me?"

"Oh! I almost forgot..." A smile broke across Felix's face.

* * *

The lab lights had stayed on for seven straight days.

Two sets of data were finally compiled.

Clara could finally breathe and take a day off.

"Miss Whitmore, if we don't meet soon, you'll forget about me."

A red Italian sports car pulled up perfectly in front of her.

Sloane rested one arm on the window frame as she removed her sunglasses.

Her wavy hair danced in the wind, the black jumpsuit accentuating her effortless elegance.

Clara opened the passenger door. "How could I ever forget my queen?"

Sloane pinched Clara's dewy cheek. "Two weeks apart and your mouth got sweeter?"

"Naturally sweet."

"Alright, alright. Buckle up. I'm taking you somewhere delicious!"

"Yes, ma'am~"

"Mimi, if I were a man, I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

Then that scumbag Grant wouldn't stand a chance.

Ugh!

Valley Spring, the newest viral Cantonese teahouse.

This twenty-year-old establishment recently exploded in popularity after a food blogger's recommendation.

Sloane had to pull strings to secure a reservation.

When their signature roasted squab arrived, its skin glistened golden and crisp.

Clara took a delicate bite. Juices burst across her tongue.

"Only true foodies knew about this place before. Now there's a perpetual line." Sloane sighed.

Her first visit had been with her father.

Knowing Clara had been overworked in the lab, she'd specifically chosen this light Cantonese restaurant.

"How is it?"

"Divine!" Clara's eyes sparkled.

Crispy outside, tender inside, with the perfect hint of smokiness.

She even started mentally dissecting the recipe.

She used to study cookbooks for Grant's sake.

After the breakup, she realized cooking for herself and sharing meals with friends was its own joy.

No need to please anyone.

No need to perform.

Doing what you love—that's enough.