Chapter 259

Shelmaine wasn't nearly as bold as Samuel. Her voice was weak as she said, "Fine, I'll eat. Just get your hands out of my shirt." Samuel's lips curled into a smirk, his fingers deliberately brushing against her one more time before he withdrew them. She flinched slightly at his touch, which seemed to please him. He handed her the bowl of oatmeal. "Go on, then. Eat." She hesitated for a moment, taking the bowl but stirring it without much intention of actually eating. She had no appetite. Samuel noticed her reluctance, his hand creeping toward her again. Shelmaine went rigid, and she quickly said, "I'm eating! Don't touch me!" "Then eat," he said, his tone firm. "Quit stalling." Reluctantly, Shelmaine lifted the spoon to her mouth, but the oatmeal's bland taste mixed with her illness made her stomach turn. She forced down a couple of spoonfuls before her body rebelled. Her stomach churned violently, and without warning, she leaned forward and vomited directly toward Samuel.