Chapter 145 He Dug Up the Past
I must have been seeing things to even think Idris looked at me that way.
I gulped down the mouthful, trying to keep my cool, and went through the motions of eating whatever he served up, over and over.
He had me try a bite of each and every dish, a dozen in total. Staring down the next pastry he offered, I fought the urge to gag, the food nearly spilling out of my mouth as I confronted him, "Idris, do you really hate me that much?"
He stopped mid-sip, confusion washing over his handsome features. With a furrowed brow and a deep, puzzled hum, he looked at me, clueless.
I patted my chest, feeling like I was about to hurl, and pressed on, "I've heard of all sorts of ways to off a spouse—poisoning, freezing, starving—but death by overfeeding? That's a new one to me."
Idris did a spit-take, water flying everywhere as he coughed and sputtered.
This was the first time I had ever seen him lose his cool. I handed him a napkin without thinking, and after he'd finally stopped coughing, I c
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