"This looks delicious." Stella Lockwood eagerly picked up her chopsticks and took a bite. She froze. The flavor was exactly the same as the food the previous Sean Quinn used to make. She immediately praised it, "Delicious..."
She furtively studied the man before her, deeply confused. 'Two different people should have different ways of cooking, so why...'
Sean Quinn ignored her. He sullenly filled two bowls with rice and began to eat. A knot of frustration tightened in his chest. The thought that his own body had slept with the woman before him made his skin crawl.
"Sean Quinn, how's your injury doing?" The silence during the meal was awkward, so Stella Lockwood was just trying to make conversation. She noticed his complexion was a little pale, and she was worried about him.
"It won't kill me." His blunt reply shut the conversation down cold.
But she had to press on. "Should I help you with your bandages later?"
