Tessa Caldwell was made deeply uncomfortable by his almost feverish gaze, but she didn't say anything, just narrowed her eyes and gave a small smile.
"Here, try this too. I had a piece, it's really good." The man picked up another dish and put it into Tessa's bowl. "See if it tastes okay?"
Tessa picked it up and put it into her mouth, then nodded. "Not bad, tastes good."
She puffed out her cheeks as she ate, while her big round eyes kept darting around.
She looked soft and cute, but what she was actually thinking, probably only she herself knew.
Suddenly, she pointed at the soup placed on the other end of the table, then said to the woman who'd called her out and had been standing nearby the whole time, "Can you get me a bowl?"
Since she wasn't the blonde one, Tessa just called her the Smiling (Toxic) Woman.
The Smiling Woman didn't move. It was obvious she was saying: I'm not your maid; you want me to serve you soup, that's not happening.
