You Started This
“You’re overreacting,” he said coldly.
“No, I’m not…” I mumbled defensively.
Regardless of his slightly cold attitude, Bradon offered me his hand as he stood next to the bed. After staring at his outstretched hand and hesitating for a moment, I finally slipped my hand into his to let him help me up from the bed.
That was how I ended up sitting opposite Bradon at the long and large marble dining table. It was so late at night that I felt bad for interrupting Jenna and some of the staff’s rest because they had to set up the table for us and serve us food. To my surprise, Jenna was all smiles and she even hummed along to a tune of her own as she placed many dishes on the table. She made it feel like we were having breakfast on a sunny and bright morning with great weather rather than in the dead of night.
“Bon appetite!” she said before smiling brightly at us.
“Thank you…” I thanked her politely.