"Emma, try this. It's your favorite shrimp paste," he said, trying to sound cheerful.
He smiled at me like he was trying to please me, but I could see a smug little glint in his eyes. I scoffed and pushed the shrimp paste aside.
"I don’t like it anymore," I snapped.
Ava, always ready to insert herself into the drama, sweetly interrupted, "Jason, I love it. Serve it to me."
Without hesitation, Jason loaded her plate with a generous portion of shrimp paste. Ava took a bite, savoring it while throwing me a look full of challenges.
"Jason, you really brought me out just to watch you two act all lovey-dovey?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jason finally set down his chopsticks, his patience wearing thin. "Emma, can’t you be a little more understanding? How can you just cancel the wedding like this? Do you know the losses this will cause?"
I raised an eyebrow, my gaze sharp. "Jason, are you worried about money, or are you more concerned about your pathetic little pride?"
His face tightened, and his eyes darted away from mine, unable to meet my gaze.