Chapter 912

Layla’s POV

As he took his first bite, I found myself staring at him…taking in the way he chewed slowly, the way his jaw moved, the slight crease in his forehead as if he was mentally rating my cooking.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he swallowed and looked at me.

"It’s good," he admitted.

I let out a small relieved breath. 

"Good."

Jason took another bite, and I knew it was now or never.

I clenched my fists under the table, inhaled sharply, and blurted out, "Jason, do you still have interest in me?"

Jason froze, his fork hovering mid-air. He looked up at me with a calm, unreadable expression, as if trying to process my words.

My face heated up instantly.

He put his fork down slowly. "What did you just say?"

I swallowed hard. Why was this so difficult? I felt like my entire body was betraying me…my palms were sweaty, my throat felt dry, and worst of all, I knew I was stuttering.