The table continued their meal in silence.

Racheal glanced at Steffan severely to see his face was darkened. He was obviously jealous.

But what did he have to be jealous about? Her heart only had space for him.

He knew that, she had told him, and shown him in many different ways.

“I had forgotten what his face looked like.”

Steffan turned to squint at her. “What?”

“I had forgotten what his face looked like. Somehow, I could not remember what he even looked ...