ELLA'S POV
A lump gathered around my throat. My brain froze. And I couldn't think of the right word to say.
When I finally felt my throat, I cleared my throat. My senses seemed to snap back. “Maybe if you don't spend an ample amount of time trying to kill me.”
“It's fun.” His voice had a light tone. Like it was a normal thing to do.
I shot him a cold glare and his jaw flexed. “Let's eat.”
And then, of all times my stomach chose to act up. It grumbled so loudly, it got the notice of Christopher whose eyes drifted to my stomach. But, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“I guess I'm not the only one who thinks so.” His rather smooth way of switching conversation got me a little pissed.
My lips parted open. I was about to speak, when two middle-aged men walked in. From
