Chapter 47
"Just talk to me, DaoShi," I beg, and try to grab his hand.
"Talk about what, I've nothing to say."
I won't give up, I refuse to give up on him. Pushing the chair closer, I drape my arms around him, kiss his cheek. "Why won't you eat, chong'er?" He stiffens, but I don't leg go. "Is it my cooking? Do you want me to make something else?"
"Fuck's sake, Jai, leave it alone. I'm eating, stop harassing me." He pries himself free of my arms, and I snap.
"You call that eating? Shoving food around to the sides of your plate, so it looks like there's less of it? What kind of fool do you take me for?"
He sniggers, pushes the plate away, refusing to take anymore. I stand up, chair toppling behind me, and as I walk away, I nearly trip on its legs. Running shaky hands through my hair, I pull in deep breaths, terrified of where this might lead to.