Olivia's burp was loud in the silent room before stillness inflated in the air.

She didn't expect herself to give the game away that quickly.

Feeling awkward, she looked at Ethan. "I can explain."

She blurted that in the heat of the moment, making matters worse.

She observed his expression carefully only to realize that his face was free from annoyance.

Worry sat upon his brows instead.

She thought, "Did I misread his expression? He resents me to his bones. Why would he be worried about me?"

"Have more if you're hungry." He gave her a spoonful.

She was confused as she thought, "Does he think that I burp because I'm hungry?"

In the end, Olivia was stuffed when the meal was actually made for Ethan.

"Enough. I'm full." She could feel her stomach bursting.

He frowned. "You're all skin and bones. How could you eat only this little?"

Then, he fed her another spoonful of lasagna. Her cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk.

At this moment, a woman in spectacles opened the door. "Mr.