64 Chapter 63: Breakfast with the Count and Countess

#Jazlyn p.o v# 

I pulled back my chair feeling the little piece of grapes choking my oesophagus. There was no time to think or reason all the help I needed right now was to get the grapes out. Someone came from behind and picked me up, before you know it hands wrapped around my waist and a pressure exercise added to my stomach and back until all the grapes escaped my mouth.

"Thank you-" I said to them but is inaudible.

When I looked at the person I spat the grape at, embarrasment filled my cheeks. It was Shaw, Jazmine's husband I assumed. 

"I'm-" I struggled to make out words because of how deep the grape went. It made my voice raspy, thin and hoarse.

"It's okay, as long as you are fine." He replied. Jasmine was at his side rubbing the remains of grapes on his face and shirt.

Able to find my voice I apologized again but he waved it off as nothing.