"You have not cooked it." he said as if it made sense? Olivia knew that she could not cook well. But she had learnt it since she had returned. She had dreaded the time when they would starve but at the same time she had prepared herself for it. He poked the pie with the fork and ate it with a brooding look. How she wanted to snatch it back and then threw it at his face.
But it was hard to control herself as she watched him. He was making such an ugly face as if she was feeding him a bitter or charred meal.
"Return it if you do not want to eat it. I have purchased it from the best dessert shop. A piece of it cost two silver." Olivia shook from anger. This man knew how to press her button and make her frown every single time.
"Here, taste it yourself." He cut a piece and held it for her. Olivia narrowed her eyes but she leaned and took a bite of it. She was hungry anyway. She had left the manor early to meet Edward.
