Seeing that I hadn't touched the food on the dining table, he frowned.
He asked, "Didn't you say you hadn't eaten dinner?"
I raised my hand, showing him the stitches. "The doctor said I need to avoid certain foods."
The food he brought back was either shrimp or heavily spiced. I knew without looking.
That was Katie Ellis' taste.
His displeasure turned into embarrassment.
I had told him about being bitten by a dog, but he hadn't taken it to heart.
He said, "Then order something else for yourself."
I nodded and took out my phone to start ordering.
Seeing me not making a fuss, he looked puzzled, and his steps towards the bedroom paused.
He asked, "Is your next shot in three days? Do you need me to go with you?"
I replied, "No need."
I continued operating my phone with an indifferent expression.
Just as Connor sensed my strangeness, I also felt his unusual behavior.
In the past, when I was injured, I'd have to beg him to take me to work.
If he agreed, I'd be overjoyed for days.
But today, he offered on his own, and not only did I decline, but I also showed no sign of happiness.
Connor didn't know that this afternoon when I was being chased by a rabid dog, I had just found out I was a month pregnant.