Since leaving the Royal Palace, Phoebe hasn't eaten anything, which understandably makes Gray worry about his health.
Phoebe turned his face, his gaze falling on the dinner in Gray's hand, but what flashed before his eyes was Ivana Bennett's serious side profile while eating.
Without refusing, Phoebe reached out for the dinner and brought it to his mouth.
Despite having no appetite, he still took big bites of the convenience food he had always despised.
With one hand holding the food, his other hand flipped open the documents in front of him, reading line by line with care.
Gray sat in the front passenger seat, silently sighing as he watched Phoebe's side profile.
Outside the car window.
The silvery moon gradually rose high, as the city slowly entered late night, growing ever more silent.
That night, many people were destined to remain sleepless.
