Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 78

She realized she truly couldn't figure him out anymore.

That very morning, he had ordered a spread full of all her favorite breakfast items.

She knew for a fact that he hated several of those dishes, yet there they were.

He had obviously bought them specifically for her.

So why the complete 180 tonight?

Everything he ordered was loaded with carrots.

It was completely baffling.

"I don't eat carrots," she stated flatly.

"Even Tilly isn't a picky eater."

She didn't feel ashamed in the slightest.

He had always known she was a picky eater.

He was just trying to mess with her.

"Well, I am," she replied. "Which is why I can't share this meal with you."

"You're not going anywhere," he ordered. "You have to serve me."

She looked at him incredulously. "Can't you eat by yourself? You managed just fine this morning."

His face flushed with embarrassed anger. "Are you going to listen to me or not?!"

She held her ground. "I don't eat carrots."

He ground his teeth. "I will eat them."

Dante soon returned with the food.

It was from an exclusive private kitchen that strictly prohibited takeout and only offered dine-in service.

But clearly, for someone like Edmond Halley, rules were just suggestions.

As she helped lay out the containers, she let out a silent sigh, staring at the sheer volume of carrots in nearly every dish.

Dante took his leave, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

She handed Edmond his silverware and dished out some rice for him.

"Eat your own food," he ordered.

Taking a bowl of plain rice, she managed a few small bites.

"Anyone watching would think I was starving you." He used his fork to push some food onto her plate. "Eat."

She shot him a look of pure disgust. "Use the serving utensils if you're going to touch my plate!"

He scoffed. "Since when are you such a stickler for the rules?"

It didn't take long for her to figure out what it was.

She could hear Tilly's voice.

He was watching videos of her from his camera roll.

She tried to hold back, but the urge was too strong. "Can I see?"

He shot her a look.

She thought he was going to shut her down instantly.

Instead, he graciously tilted the screen toward her.

"Thank you," she breathed, quickly taking the phone from his hand.

It was, in fact, a video of Tilly.

It was an older one, back when she was just a toddler—babbling her first words and stumbling over her own feet, looking impossibly soft and adorable.

Watching it made her heart absolutely melt.

She was entirely captivated when, out of nowhere, a hand swooped in and snatched the phone away.

Desperate for more, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Can't I watch a little longer?"

"I want to watch them too."