Kelsey suddenly felt a wave of nausea.
The memory had barely flashed in her mind before she was covering her mouth and bolting from the table.
A moment later, the sound of her retching echoed from the bathroom.
The man's eyes darkened. He looked at the untouched dishes, then stood up.
He walked quickly to the bathroom and crouched down beside her, reaching out to gently pat her back.
Kelsey was just dry heaving.
Nothing came up, but her stomach was twisted in knots, making her feel utterly miserable. Tears welled in her eyes from the strain.
Seeing her like this, Rhett's voice turned cold. "I'll have Aunt Kramer replaced."
He thought it was the food.
But Kelsey instinctively grabbed his wrist and shook her head. "It's not her fault. The food was delicious. It was exactly to my taste."
Her words were broken between gasps. Rhett quickly gathered her hair, holding it back from her face, and handed her a glass of water.
