"It’s fine. You two enjoy your meal," I said, then turned around to leave.
Before I could go, Charlie grabbed my arm, his brows furrowed with irritation.
"What are you making a fuss about now? There’s half a bowl of rice right there!"
I laughed bitterly, my voice trembling as I pointed to the dishes on the table.
I explained, "I can't eat spicy food. You guys can enjoy your meal slowly."
When our eyes met, Charlie's grip on my arm tightened bit by bit and caused a sharp pain on it.
Miranda raised to her feet apprehensively and said, "Mr. Peterson, it's normal for Miss Jennings to be emotional. After all, she is pregnant. Maybe because I'm here she feels uncomfortable. I should be leaving now."
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She seemed to suffer some grievance.
Charlie released my arm abruptly and turned to comfort her, "Why should you leave? It's her problem, not yours."
Only after a long moment did he look back at me, his expression hard as he said, "Can you just calm down for once? Do you have to ruin every meal?”
Then he grumbled, "I didn’t even know you couldn’t eat spicy food. Since when? Other pregnant women can handle it. Why can’t you? Are you lying?”