Chapter 12 There Should Be a Limit to Your Tantrums

Gabriel scoffed coldly. "How unappreciative." Emily sneered inwardly. Did he just call her unappreciative? Had Gabriel ever cared about her at all? He must be unaware that she was allergic to coriander. Rashes would appear all over her body if she were to come in contact with just a tiny amount of it. Amelia acted like she hadn't heard Emily's refusal. Smiling, she approached her with the bowl and said, "I made this especially for you, Dr. Sterling. You should have some. Your body might not be able to hold up otherwise." Once the spoon was about to touch her lips, Emily's gaze sharpened, and she immediately swept her hand across. "Don't touch me!" she yelled. The bowl fell to the floor and shattered audibly into a million pieces. Once the spoon and porcelain bowl hit the ground, the boiling hot soup splashed everywhere. When some of the soup landed on Amelia's hand, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She glanced pitifully at Gabriel and whined, "Gabe…" Gabriel had witne