Chapter 56

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. “Feeding my wife.”

And just like that, he speared a piece with her fork and brought it to her lips.

Mia stared at him, frozen.

“Don’t make me look stupid, Mia,” he murmured with that same calm face. “Eat.”

So she...