Mason nodded excitedly. "Okay!"


    They returned to the changing area, showered, changed into fresh clothes, and took the shuttle to the restaurant.


    As soon as they sat down, a server approached. "Mr. and Mrs. Sumner, we have several types of cuisine ready. What would you like for lunch?"


    Damon looked at N. "N, you decide."


    N nced at Mason and noticed his eyes fixed on the roasted chicken leg. She couldn''t help but smile. "I''d like a steak, but I think Buddy wants the chicken leg."


    Following her gaze, Damon saw that Mason''s eyes were practically glued to the golden-brown roasted chicken leg. He chuckled. "Alright, we''ll have the steak, and Buddy can have the chicken leg."


    "Understood. How would you like your steak cooked? Any dietary restrictions?" the server asked.


    N shook her head. "Medium-well, and no restrictions."


    Damon replied, "Medium-rare."


    "Got it. And for Mr. Mason, besides the chicken leg, would he like anything else?" the server asked.


    "No, that''s all for now," N answered.


    "Alright. If you need anythingter, just press the service bell," the server reminded them before leaving.


    Half an hourter, their meals were served.


    Mason''s chicken leg was roasted to a perfect golden crisp, looking incredibly juicy on the inside.


    The server ced the dish in front of him. "Be careful, it''s hot."


    He then ced Damon and N''s steaks before them, removing the lids. "Enjoy your meal."


    After the server left, they began eating.


    Just as N picked up her knife and fork to cut her steak, Damon reached over and took her te. "I''ll cut it for you."


    Even something as simple as cutting steak, Damon did with effortless elegance.


    N rested her chin on her hand and watched him, her eyes filled with love. Soon, Damon ced the neatly cut steak back in front of her. "All done."


    She looked at the te. Every piece was evenly cut, almost perfectly


    square. She blinked in surprctly


    BU?


    beforeughing. "Damon, doyou have OCD?"


    Damon nced up at her while cutting his own steak and replied, "For some things, maybe."


    "Like cutting steak?" N teased.


    His knife paused for a moment as he looked at his own te, where every piece


    was cut into neat squares. He remained silent.


    After finishing lunch, they returned to their suite.


    The family suite was spacious, with a dining area at the entrance. To the left was a kitchen, and further inside was the living room with a balcony. A hallway to the left led to two bedrooms and a bathroom,


    The decor was simple and elegant-the way N liked it.


    After spending some time in the living room, Mason started getting sleepy.


    N took him to bed, tucking him in gently. Once he was asleep, she tiptoed out


    of the room and softly closed the door.


    Turning around, she saw Damon


    sitting in the living room, head lowered, lost in thought. She


    pressed her lips together and walked over to him. "Damon, what''s wrong?"


    Hearing her voice, Damon lifted his gaze. "Alexander called earlier. Your ne ticket has been delivered to the vi."


    N''s hands clenched slightly at her sides. She sat down beside him, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.


    "Damon, we agreed to enjoy these few days together and stay happy," she reminded him.


    Damon was silent for a moment before speaking. "But I can''t be happy when I know that you''ll be leaving me and Buddy in just two days."


    "I know... but this is the only way," N replied.


    "Yeah." Damon pulled her into a tighter embrace, holding her for a long time before finally letting go.