Chapter - 237
Rick's father returned from the kitchen carrying a jug of freshly made watermelon juice. He placed it on the table and carefully poured a glass for Rick, his movements deliberate and measured. The silence between them was palpable, with Jemimah watching the interaction closely.
"Here you go, Rick," Rick's father said, setting the glass down in front of his son. "Your favorite."
"Thanks, Dad," Rick replied, his voice sounding a bit casual. He took the glass but didn't immediately drink, his thoughts elsewhere.
Rick's father sat down, his eyes flicking between Rick and Jemimah. "So, Jemimah," he began, his tone deliberately light, "are you enjoying your breakfast?"
Jemimah nodded quickly, swallowing a bite of pancake. "Yes, Mr Smith. It is wonderful, thank you."
"I am glad," he replied, his gaze lingering on her.
