Chapter 44

Rachel's POV

After much contemplation, I decided that it was better if I waited until he restored his senses before I talked to him. Both of us were definitely incapable of handling the situation in an amicable manner so that seemed like the most logical step. Shaking my head off the thoughts, both figuratively and literally, I walked back inside to join Emilia and Mark.

“What’s for Dinner?” I announced my presence as I walked into the room, where Emilia and Mark were preoccupied with something on Mark’s phone.

“That’s what we’re trying to decide for the past twenty minutes,” Mark mumbled and frowned at the screen of his phone.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “That is so typical of you both. What can you not decide on now? Whether to try Indian or Mexican?”

“Or Chinese,” Emilia added. So I was right. “What would you pick?”

“I think it’s expected of me to say Indian, since, you know, I am almost Indian in blood.” I uttered and reclined backwards on the sofa beside Emilia and grabbed hold of a