“No.” I shook my head.

Sharing every meal with someone you loved would give you contentment.

The things he liked, I grew to love by associating myself with them.

How could I ever feel forced?

Richard’s gaze was sharp and dazzling. “I am not, either. So, eat up.”

I couldn’t stop feeling concerned for him. “But your stomach isn’t in great shape.”

“You’ve done these three years. Do you think I can’t handle it just once? Stop ...