*ABBY's POV*
"I told you, i already had my dinner." I said, crossing my arms in hesitance as my mouth watered at the delicious food laid on the table in front of me. Evidently, he wasn't kidding when he said he'd take me out, but that wasn't the surprising part. I was actually shocked when we flew across the island just to have dinner in a remote famous tourist spot.
"I wouldn't trust you, you look you lost 10 pounds after living with your family there." He replied, his face plastered in unsatisfaction. "Tell me, do they feed you there?"
Well, they do feed me to kill me. I thought, yet the thought remained in my mind and i just smiled.
"Of course, i'm just overworking a bit that's why i'm losing weight."
"So you blame me now?"
"You said that, not me." I raise my hand in surrender, "Anyway, we're already here. What was it that you wanted to talk about?"
Raphael looks down on my food and put his gaze back on me once again, "Eat first, dear. You're going to worry me to death."