Chapter 221

Isla's POV

“It’s really not that terrible, Graham. Just have a bite.” I pushed my plate toward him.

He stared at my creation, frowning at the plate like it had personally offended him.

I had taken grilled pineapple rings from the buffet, topped them with thin slices of smoked salmon, a scattering of fresh mango, a few pickled radishes, and just a touch of chili flakes for heat.

It was sweet,