Anna stood and reached for the plate in Liam’s hand, about to wash it herself, but his hand swiftly caught her wrist.
“I’ll do it,” Liam said shortly.
Anna stared at him without blinking, a mix of confusion and suspicion in her eyes.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked, following him into the kitchen.
Liam didn’t answer. He focused on washing the dishes while Anna continued watching him, as if waiting for an explanation. When he finally finished, he turned around. His slow steps brought him closer, instantly putting Anna on edge. She retreated without realizing it until her back hit the kitchen counter.
“Do you want to check for yourself?” Liam asked, his tone deliberately ambiguous.
“Stop!” Anna blurted out, reflexively crossing her arms over her chest.
Liam lifted an eyebrow, a fain
