He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settled on her.
"You walked into this room two minutes ago, am I so enchanting that you can't resist staring at me for so long?"
Her eyes widened and she quickly cleared her throat to hide the guilt from her voice.
"No, I wasn't staring. I was merely trying to see if you were still awake."
He sat himself straighter and Anne placed the tray down right in front of him.
She noticed how he looked down into the little bowl of soup kept in front of him with a distasteful frown.
Of course the arrogant man would be picky about food too, she thought to herself.
"Can you explain to me how this looks like food to you?" He suddenly asked making Anne raise a brow.
