Evelyn Ford took out a mirror and studied her reflection for a long time. She had definitely put on some weight, and she was wearing so many layers that she looked like a cocoon.
Evelyn Ford took a deep breath, cut a lemon in half, and walked over to Ronan Kendrick.
When Ronan Kendrick saw Evelyn Ford approaching, his eyes sparkled. He looked at her, head tilted up slightly, like a little cat waiting to be petted.
The corners of Evelyn Ford's mouth curled up. She pinched his chin, forcing his mouth open. A blush crept onto Ronan Kendrick's face, and there was even a strange hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Evelyn Ford squeezed the lemon, bursting it and squirting the juice into his mouth. The sour taste made Ronan Kendrick's face contort into a grimace.
"Eat it."
Ronan Kendrick shook his head. "Ugh, it's too sour."
"You need to eat it to clear your head."
