We were almost finishing our lunch when I asked, "Brownie?"
"Hmm?"
"This is delicious, who taught you cooking?"
"Robert."
"Where is he? And the maids?" I asked and quirked an eyebrow in question.
"Robert's out and the maids will come later," he replied curtly and continued to text in his phone as I shoved a spoon of cheesy meat in his mouth.
I was back to being a caretaker of Clark for an hour since he was too busy to eat food, I had to feed him. I was seated on a chair right in front of him, so close that our legs were brushing each other's. I placed the plate of food on my lap gingerly and dug the spoon into the mountain of salad. I lifted the spoonful full of veggies to his mouth but he pushed it away. His nose scrunched up in disgust, clearly indicating that he did not like
