#Chapter141

“Eat, Sophie, for the love of God or I will literally spoon feed you.” Arrick looks at his watch and pushes my bowl back at me in agitation after I eased it further out again; getting up now he has finished and gives me that Carrero glare. He is trying to exert a little command and failing. I shake my head at him and meet a sigh of resignation.

“Okay, so we have all that agreed on … Anything else?” I pout, pulling over the bowl and take a spoonful anyway, because now his sighing has me feeling shitty when all he wants is to take care of me...