Rachel's delicate brows arched in confusion, her elegant face glowing with a soft light of bewilderment.
"Why do you always need to control everything?" she asked, her voice low but sharp.
She pulled the bowl of noodles closer, lifting a perfectly round meatball between her chopsticks. "I haven't had meatballs this good in forever. Look at them."
She held it up dramatically, her expression playful yet exaggerated. "So tender and juicy, with just the right amount of chewiness. I could eat these all day."
Kellan's eyes flickered with disdain as he leaned back, his tone laced with mockery. "Keep eating like that and you'll get as fat as a pig. Here, let me help you with that."
"I won't get fat," Rachel shot back immediately, glancing down at herself. "And even if I do maybe you'll set me free, it's still better than being trapped in your clutches."
