Blaine Rhodes: "..."
He stared at the pile of dishes on the table—all boiled greens, tofu, and a few slices of lean meat, with no trace of oil, as bland as a diet prepared for someone ill.
He furrowed his brow as a wave of acidity surged in his stomach, and suddenly, he lost all appetite.
As he was pondering how to find an excuse to slip away, perhaps by saying there was an urgent matter at the company or a friend had invited him to discuss a project, Lana Coleman already stood up, pressing her hand firmly on his shoulder, making it clear he shouldn't move.
"Eat it all, don't waste any."
Her tone was firm and undeniable, "I made this especially for you. Even if it's not tasty, you have to swallow it."
He widened his eyes, as if he'd heard the biggest joke of the year, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Am I a pig?! So much? Do you really want me to eat it all in one sitting?"
"Didn't you brag before?"
