Noticing Jenna Shaw's gaze on him, Clay Yates instantly straightened his back. His eyes held a hint of nervousness, like a pitiful little puppy.
Jenna Shaw looked away and frowned. "That's alright, thank you, Mrs. Young. If he wants to stand there, let him."
Mrs. Young looked like she wanted to say something more, but Brother Young tugged at her sleeve. The two exchanged a glance and finally left. "Well then, Simon, eat up while it's hot."
Jenna Shaw nodded.
Several of her favorite dishes were laid out on the table. Jenna Shaw picked up a lamb skewer first.
Halfway through her meal, Jenna Shaw couldn't take it anymore. She hated the feeling of being watched, so she waved Clay Yates over.
Clay Yates reacted instantly, taking a few steps forward. He lowered his head slightly to look at Jenna Shaw, a hint of apprehension on his face.
Jenna Shaw looked up at him. He was very tall, and she felt that craning her neck like this was too much effort, so she told him to sit down.
