Chapter 8: Scheming Aphrodisiac In Action
Mirabelle continued eating, her hunger momentarily overpowering her nerves. The rich flavors and quality of the food were unlike anything she usually received at home, where she was given scraps or leftovers.
She slowly began to forget the intensity of Caspian’s gaze, allowing herself to savor each bite.
When she reached for a glass of water, Caspian was quicker. He handed it to her without a word, his eyes steady on her as she took it with hesitant hands.
Across the table, her aunt and uncle watched every interaction like hawks, their anticipation palpable.
Sally, however, was fuming in her seat, her face turning redder with each passing second.
Dinner proceeded in tense silence. Every time her aunt or uncle attempted to steer the conversation toward a subject they thought would impress the prince,
Caspian silenced them with nothing more than a raised finger. His focus remained solely on Mirabelle, as though the rest of the room barely existed.
Mirabelle, oblivious to most of the tension, finished the last bite of her meal and reached for her water again.
She drank deeply, then, without realizing it, allowed a small, satisfied smile to bloom on her face.
Caspian’s eyes lit up, as though her smile were a personal reward just for him. "Are you full?" he asked, his deep voice softer now, carrying a note of genuine curiosity.
She nodded instinctively before the weight of the situation came crashing back down on her.