CHAPTER 30

Jasmine's POV

With my stomach growling loudly, I flutter my eyes open to the brightness of the room and my awkward sleeping position.

My legs are all over the place with my head right on the space where Xavier is supposed to sleep.

I rise immediately, wondering where he went and if I was the cause of his sleeplessness. Obviously, he didn't sleep here.

Remembering how famished I am, I step down from the bed, typing the robe around my waist and slipping my feet into my flip flop which is on the soft pom pom rug beside the bed.

My eyes fly to the tray of food from last night reminding me of how he refused to eat anything last night despite my effort. I stalk towards it and open the food to see it is untouched. It is the way I left it last night.

I sigh deeply.

I should have known he wouldn't eat. I should have known I won't be able to persuade him. I understand people like this. Their fear of puking overrides the desire to eat.

Maybe I should persuade him more, right? Should I beg him?