Chapter 87: Out of Control
Giselle pointed at the fork in Henry's trembling hand and teased, “Why are you shaking? Did the spaghetti decide to fight back?”
“No,” Henry replied, shaking his head. He scooped up another forkful of pasta and brought it to Giselle’s lips. “You said you were starving, right? Eat this for now.”
Late at night, with Sophie and the other housekeepers gone, only the two of them remained, dining quietly in the restaurant.
Giselle eyed the pasta and without hesitation, took a bite.
She savored the dish, her confidence in her culinary skills growing with each mouthful.
Sitting directly across from each other made feeding one another a bit awkward, and inevitably, a bit of tomato sauce smeared on the corner of Giselle’s mouth.
The vivid red enhanced the pinkness of her lips against her fair skin, which blushed from the spice, giving her an appearance both innocent and inviting.
Losing interest in his own meal, Henry set his fork down and moved closer to Giselle.
Unaware of Henry’s sudd
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