André's POV

Finally, dinner was over, and I couldn't explain how happy I was that I had left the table.

The entire time, I had to sit with Olivia and keep an eye on everyone at the table. The men still stared at her, but they were a little more respectful than they had been earlier.

But nevertheless, my mate was still uncomfortable. She was barely able to get any food down her throat and I had to get a maid to bring some food to her room.

I put her to bed and then tip-toed out of the ...