Ate from her hands

Rose hissed in annoyance but didn't respond. She stared at the flower centerpiece on the table, refusing to engage.

Rolan laughed lightly, unbothered by her reaction. "Fine, I'll decide for you. And you will eat what I order."

Rose raised her head slightly, giving him a sharp side-eye, but she didn't say anything. She continued glaring at the flower, silently fuming.

"Oh, how about green beans and brown bean soup? That would be nice," Rolan teased with a chuckle.

Rose's heart thudded in her chest. She wanted to throw her head back and scream at him. She was allergic to beans, and he knew it.

Yet he had the audacity to mention every bean-based dish on the menu!

She couldn't let that happen.

Huffing, she grabbed the menu and quickly scanned for the first non-bean dish she could find. "I'll have cake. That's what I want," she snapped, her teeth gritting as she glared at him.