After Henry and Giselle had taken their seats, Sophie tactfully exited the dining room.
Halfway through their meal, Henry purposefully placed a couple of slices of seared bluefin tuna into Giselle's bowl, shooting her a meaningful look.
Giselle pushed the fish to the side of her bowl. She wasn't keen on it, but Henry was determined to have her eat it. He carefully selected another piece, skillfully removing the main bones himself.
With the fish speared on his fork, he held it up to Giselle’s lips, the gesture clearly suggesting she eat it.
Giselle turned her head away, “I’m not eating that.”
Henry remained silent, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth, suggesting he was quite pleased with himself.
He gently grasped her chin, pinching her cheek, and pressed his thumb in h
