Such a nit-picker!
If it weren't for you taking care of me, why would I even bother with you?!
Ivana Bennett grumbled to herself, though she had already unconsciously straightened and her attention was on the dining table before her.
"Well..."
She glanced at the food on the table, stumped.
With so many dishes, who knows what this man would like to eat!
The butler, of course, had a keen eye and noticed Ivana's dilemma.
He quickly slid Lucas Walker's favorite dishes in her direction and Ivana picked up the hint. She grabbed the fork, speared some food onto it, and held it up to his mouth.
"Try this?"
Lucas Walker glanced at the food on the fork, then at her sparkling black eyes.
He opened his mouth, ate, and slowly chewed.
Ivana reached over with the fork again, looking at the butler. He subtly directed her to another dish with his gaze.
She immediately understood, reaching over with the fork, and cut out a piece of greens.
"Or perhaps this?"
