C56 BUT WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PROVE YOUR POINT AND STILL END UP MISERABLE?
Midway through the meal, she paused with her knife, the meat was too firm to cut without making a mess, and she didn’t feel like struggling. Stefan noticed.
Before she could say anything, he reached across the table, took her plate gently, and began cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces.
She blinked.
“What are you doing?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
He didn’t even glance up
