Yet forced to suffer the consequences of someone else's extravagant mouth.
Lily Martins stared at the table full of dishes as if they were enemies.
No—
Correction.
They were enemies.
Enemies wearing gold plating.
Jacob Cross watched her from across the table, his expression calm, fingers resting lightly against the edge of his plate.
Outwardly, he looked indifferent.
Inwardly—
He was struggling.
Because the woman across from him was fighting a full-blown internal war, and every single emotion was written plainly on her face.
Her brows knit together.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
Her chopsticks hovered over the food as if deciding whether to stab it… or herself.
Jacob looked away just in time.
Because if he didn't—
He might actually laugh.
Lily poked at a slice of beef gloomily.
(This piece probably costs more than my entire outfit), she thought bitterly
Slowly, like someone walking toward their execution, she lifted it to her mouth.
She took a bite.
