For the past month, this had become our routine—him lavishing attention on her while I remained on the sidelines. Despite witnessing it repeatedly, I couldn’t stop myself from admiring her. Jessica was breathtaking—sparkling eyes, flawless teeth, and jet-black hair that flowed like a waterfall.
Every smile, every slight frown, seemed to captivate everyone around her. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, Jessica noticed me staring.
She smiled warmly, her voice as light as a breeze. "Nadia, why aren’t you eating?"
Then Jessica looked at Scot, who was sitting beside me, and said, "Don’t worry about me, Scott. I’ll get something if I need it. You should take good care of Nadia. What if she doesn’t eat enough?"
Scott glanced over at Jessica and said, "It's fine, Jessica. She can’t handle spicy food. She’ll just stick to her small bowl."
Then he turned back to me, the same indulgent look on his face, and ruffled my hair like I was a child. "Nadia, is something wrong? Don’t you like today’s dishes?" Scott asked gently, his voice tinged with concern. "If you don’t eat well now, there won’t be any desserts tonight, okay?"