Chapter 8

Yasmin felt that Giselle was only saying these things to Blake, so she didn't respond. Sure enough, Blake said comfortingly, "It's been hard on you over the years."

"It was nothing." Giselle smiled and turned the turntable, bringing the salad bowl to a stop before her. She put some of it on Blake's plate. "You can't keep skipping your greens like this, Blake. There's a vinaigrette on it. I'm sure it tastes great. Here, try some."

Blake glanced at Yasmin. She was eating her breakfast calmly. She didn't seem to be bothered by their interactions.

"Okay." Blake ate some salad.

A trace of mockery flitted past Yasmin's eyes. She distinctly remembered him being germaphobic. In the past, to make him eat his greens, she would get up early to make him vegetable rolls. She would say with a bright smile, "Have some vegetable rolls before you leave, Mr. B.

"I got up early to make these for you, you know! There are vegetables inside, but there's also salmon. It tastes really good. You have to have a