CELIA
Something was off.
Keith was staring at his plate while everyone else started eating.
“What's wrong?” My lips whispered.
He looked at me with a stressed gaze but didn't answer my question. On the other hand, Damian was stealing glances at Keith.
It was then I realized.
Damian did something to Keith's plate.
“Don't eat.” My timid voice murmured.
Keith stayed silent.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed a bite. His fingers clutched my dress on my thigh tightly.
He was in immense pain. I could tell from his grip on my thigh. Even in such suffering, his face was calm. Damian observed Keith for around seven minutes.
Keith took another bite and Damian sipped his red wine. The more bites he took, the stronger his grip held on my thigh.
Damian became furious, not able to get a reaction out
