Chapter 9. Not Insecure

CHARLOTTE

“Do you like the food?”

I looked up slowly and met his eyes. I swallowed tightly.

“It’s… too good. Are you, like, a professional chef or something?”

A one-side cheek dimple flashed as his lips twitched.

“I just… enjoy cooking,” he replied and cupped his jaw, still staring at me.

Okay, what’s up with Mr. Handsome Face? Why is he making this hard? I can’t swallow with his eyes on me like that.

I slowed down with my chewing, being careful not to mess up.

“You do like to eat…”

I coughed out at that statement.

Because I am fat?! That’s definitely why he was asking that. I don’t know much about men, but it seems like his stare was just out of amusement… mockery…

I drank water and stopped eating.

“Thanks for the food.”

He raised his head from his palm and straightened.

“You are not eating anymore?” He said it so softly, like he was confused.

I tried not to snap at him, sounding like that aft