Amanda's POV
My words must have really gotten to him because when he lifted his gaze to look at me, I could see pain in his eyes. I wished I could comfort him, tell him that I didn’t mean all I said, but I held back and kept an emotionless face. I watched him force the food down his throat. When he was done, I called for a maid to clear the table but didn’t leave; rather, I remained seated.
“What else do you want, Amanda?” he asked, his voice breaking with emotion. I had to frown to mask my emotions from him.
“I will leave when I want to leave, but before I do, I have to have a word with you,” I stated. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak; he waited for me to continue.
“Liam is really worried about you, and you know what that means?”
He looked away. “You have to stop this
