Olivia's POV
I knew how my actions has affected him. Yes, let's give him something to think about. This way, he can totally forget about doing anything to hurt me.
I could see the surprise on his face as he watched me enter in with the tray of food. I placed it carefully on his table. I even went ahead to take four spoons of the food and then I stood by the side.
He as quiet for a long time and I worried that the meal would get cold. If it got cold, he would not enjoy it and he would feel as if I have intentionally brought him a bad tasting meal just to anger him.
Are you not eating? I gestured to him. He was still staring at me, not answering. I panicked.
You don't like this food? Shall I make another one?
"Olivia." He called firmly. "What is the meaning of this?"
I made you dinner. I replied to him.