He nodded once. “Let’s eat, I made dinner.”
She reluctantly sat down, and Oliver placed a plate of trout and vegetables in front of her. “I made this especially for you. It’s your favorite.”
Her stomach twisted and turned.
Cecelia was the one who loved trout. Madelynn was deathly allergic to seafood.
They had been married for four years, and her husband still didn’t know about her allergies. If he had paid any attention to her all these years, he definitely wouldn’t be serving her something that could kill her in minutes.
“What’s wrong? Why are you eating?” He asked when he noticed she was just staring at the plate.
She gently pushed the plate away from her and reached into her bag for the documents. “Dinner can wait. I need you to sign these.”
Oliver frowned. “What’s so important that I have to sign now? You know how much I hate talking about work at the dinner table.”
Just as he reached for the papers, his phone vibrated.
He almost sprained his wrist with how fast he tried to cover the screen, but she already saw it.
It was Cecelia.