Jesse Rowan looked at her with anticipation, thinking she was about to speak to him.
However, Joan Harry's chopsticks merely paused for a moment, and without uttering a word, she lowered her head and continued eating.
Mr. Rowan choked back a response.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never been subjected to the cold shoulder from a woman, and somehow, he had been patiently coaxing Joan for several days.
The light from the lanterns shone on Joan's face, and Jesse stared at her visage for a long time.
The woman had an oval face, fair and gentle. As she bowed her head to eat, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
She didn't eat much, only picking up some beef and a few vegetables from the bowl in front of her.
"Eat more, you're so thin," Jesse Rowan said as he reached out to pinch her arm.
Like she was electrocuted, Joan's chopsticks dropped onto the table with a "clank."
"Don't touch me," she said indifferently.
