He found himself watching her again, lost in thought, when Hwayeong—about to pick up her spoon—glanced up and frowned.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Your Highness?”
Her head stayed lowered, but her eyes flicked up, as if to say: ‘If you’re not eating, I’ll take it.’
Flustered, Sinyeong looked away and reached for his spoon.
He tried to cover it.
“You’re a little full of yourself. When exactly was I looking at you?”
“Just now.”
She didn’t miss a beat.
Flustered, Sinyeong took a quick spoonful of soup.
“I wasn’t looking.”
“You were.”
“I said I wasn’t.”
“Have you already fallen for me, Your Highness?”
The teasing lilt in her voice caught him mid-bite. He promptly choked on his soup.
Hwayeong grimaced.
“Oops. Next time, just say you don’t want it,” Hwayeong said, watching him spit into a napkin.
“Don’t say disgusting things!” he snapped, wiping his mouth. “Of all the kind, gentle women in the world, why would I fall for someone like you?”
