Jasper clenched and unclenched his jaw. He wished he could leave right away. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his cool.
At the time, his gaze landed on the soup, which was specially made for her. But she never liked to have it, as she always complained that it was bitter.
A sly smile spread across his face as an idea popped up in his mind.
"Of course." He picked up the bowl of soup and held it out to her, his eyes gleaming. "Here, Britney. Eat up. It's good for you."
Britney's smile disappeared instantly, and her face twisted in distaste. "No, not that soup," she protested. "I don't like it."
"Oh, come on," Jasper cajoled. "Don't be childish. This is good for your health." He inhaled deeply, taking in the herbal smell of the soup. "It's refreshing. It's not that bad."
Britney rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath.
