I cut the second drumstick and placed it on my wife's plate. Theodora widened her eyes, and I could swear there was a trace of goodwill in her expression.
Mhm, I shouldn't have eaten the other drumstick.
«This is the best part,» I explained.
I was trying to lure her to the table by pressing her. She wouldn't have settled if her favourite part wasn't included, so eating one of the drumsticks stole her some time to think.
However, it was better not to let her realise how much of a calculative manipulator I was.
There was time for revealing my true self. At that moment, it was better if Thea thought I was kind and without ill intentions.
While she ate with the slowest moves I'd ever seen her make, I realised that she was holding back.
She would have devoured that piece of chicken in a moment if she was home. In the end, she couldn't feel safe at my side just yet. It was going to be a long process.
