"No. You have to eat some of this." He said softly.

His eyes were gentle. Almost sympathetic. But his expression remained stoic. There was no warmth in his gaze.

No kindness. Just pure emotionless determination. That's when she noticed how much he looked alike her late father. The way his jawline was sharp and square and his piercing green eyes burned into yours. The way he held himself.

Even the way he spoke. If not for his appearance alone, she might not have known that he was related to her.

With a sigh, she dropped her hand back down onto her lap and started to pick at the food on...