Camilla cupped Sinclair's face and gently pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"Talent really does make hard work look insignificant, doesn't it?"
"As long as you're happy."
Sinclair's eyes softened even further, though his hand never paused in feeding her.
Camilla obediently took each bite.
Perhaps it was because the cuisine suited her taste—or maybe it was simply the joy in her heart that made everything more delicious.
She ate quite a bit during this meal without feeling the slightest bit nauseous.
"Sinclair, I'm full now," Camilla stopped Sinclair's hand and picked up another set of utensils with a playful smile.
"Now, it's my turn to take care of you."
Take care of him?
Sinclair shifted his posture, leaning back against the chair, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk that reached his dark, bottomless eyes.
"Then I'll leave it to you, sweetheart."
