Evelyn glanced calmly at the spread of dishes in front of her and shook her head. "No need."
Holding his fork, Michael paused. "Or should I feed you myself?" If it came to that, he was more than happy to help.
Threatening her again! "okay," she grumbled, taking a spoonful on her own.
The man looked thoroughly satisfied. He studied the aloof woman across from him, then suddenly remembered something. "You promised me in bed last night that you would remarry me."
Evelyn stopped her fork and tried to recall. When on earth had she agreed to that last night?
Ah... it seemed that while she was begging for mercy, he had declared that unless she agreed to remarry him, he wouldn't let her off. She had been forced to say yes just to survive the night.
"So, do you actually believe a woman's words in bed?" She threw the cold line right back at him and continued eating her lunch.
