Bab 268: Chapter 55 A cold night, the heart also turns cold

Watching Jason about to leave, Hannibal quickly snapped back to reality.

"I have a vacant room here."

He immediately added.

"I've made a promise to Giselle and will be staying there for a while."

Jason shook his head, explaining.

"Giselle?"

"The pastry chef?"

Hannibal frowned slightly, then nodded his head.

"A promise, you say?"

"Understood."

"May I come to visit you?"

Hannibal asked.

"Of course."

Jason would naturally not refuse a visit from a culinary master, not to mention the two of them shared a considerable bond—the 'food' he had consumed was testimony to that.

"I'll walk you out."

Hannibal escorted Jason to the gate.

And then, silently watched as Jason's figure disappeared around the corner, before he reluctantly closed the gate.

Looking at the empty room, the psychiatrist felt quite unaccustomed.

However, he quickly returned to the bedroom.

He stared at the 'food' information on the wall and once again began to analyze it.

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