22. Chapter

“Do you not like it or are you afraid of getting drunk? “She questions. The smile that moves on her lips is complicit with her eyes that inspect me. He tell me.

"No, that's not why," I say without looking at him, sigh. I see “. I just consider it to be in bad taste, for me it is not delicious.

We don't talk again. Gobbling and gobbling is what we dedicate the next few minutes to, although from time to time I feel his powerful gaze on me, for my part I do the same without him realizing it, what was I thinking when I agreed to marry him? Yes, I remember, I thought about my life, that's the only reason I'm willing to take his last name.

"The food turned out well," he comments. I take it as a compliment from him, however strange it may be, it is a compliment on his part. I smile fleetingly at him. It's not perfect, but it's not bad either.

I change the expression, who thinks he is to make fun? At least I've satisfied her appetite, she hasn't left a single crumb on her plate. He's an idiot