Darwin's POV
I stepped into my room, went to the couch, and took a seat. My thoughts went to Bella and the meal she had prepared. Despite how angry I was, I couldn’t ignore the fluttering in my heart when I realized she made dinner for me. If it were a different day, I would gladly eat and later tell her about my allergies, but under these circumstances, I couldn’t eat her food.
“Are you okay?” Naomi asked, but I didn’t respond. I just closed my eyes and recalled the sad look on Bella's face. She must be really pained by my rejection of her food. I believe she put in a lot of work to prepare those meals on her own.
“You could have eaten it if you knew you would be this worried,” Naomi spoke up again, but I only sighed and opened my eyes.
“And after eating, what? Forgive her? While my b
