My throat tightened, and my eyes stung, but I fought back the urge to cry in front of everyone.

"Richard, there is no ‘next time’," I said, meeting his gaze. "Your stomach can’t handle spicy food. Stick to what you’re used to. Don’t force yourself."

I knew! Saying this in front of everyone is making him lose face. Richard would probably be furious, but I couldn’t keep worrying about his feelings anymore.

I had had enough of being cautious ...