Do you think I poisoned your food?

Freda's POV

I felt a wave of fear run down my spine as he tilted his head to look at me. Why was he looking at me in such a way? I thought within my mind. I tried to hide my fear as I took a spoon out of my food. I was still waiting for him to take his first spoon, while he still observed me as if he were thinking of what to do. I wiped the sweat off my face with the back of my palm as I drank a little water from the cup in front of me. I heaved a sigh as I could no longer hold it and tilted my head to look at him.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me? Won't you eat your food?” I said, and he smirked, shaking his head slightly, and it sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath, trying not to show how I felt at that instant.

“I have no interest in eating from my plate. I don't feel like it.” He said in a sharp tone as he stared directly into my eyes. Does he know about it? I asked myself and the only reply my brain gave me was that he was not around when the food was coo