Rochelle POV
I look on as he walks in with a tray of food in his hands. He comes in and sets the tray on the table beside my bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, moving the comforter.
"You need to have dinner so that you don't feel head rush when you get up" I watch to see him avoiding eye contact with me.
When he forwards his hand for me to have a first bite. But I move my head sideways not wanting to have anything. Putting a finger under my chin he turns my face to look at him.
"I should not be the reason for you to not have dinner and get sick" he says in his deep husky voice.
"I do.. don't want to.." I tell him folding my arms.
"You look good while pouting" he grins at me. Even though he tries to hide his pain. I could still find it behind the depths of them. His vivid green em
