Facade of Love

201 Feeling Pecki

Chapter 301 Feeling Peckish

I blinked, then looked away and nodded, “Yeah, thanks. Tell Grandma I said thanks.”

“You can tell her yourself,” Idris said, his voice cool as he set out the food on the tray table like he was arranging chess pieces.

I could not quite read him. Before I left for Lake City, he had seemed on board with getting the divorce papers and clearing the air with the family. I figured he would be the last person wanting to see me again.

Here he was, and I did not know what to make of it.

“Stop staring and eat,” he said, his face giving nothing away.

I shook off my daze and started eating the food he brought, almost mechanically. Maybe it was the hunger, but I did not realize how empty I felt until I started on the simple, soothing meal he had brought.

I kept my head down, focusing on my meal, while the guy next to me just sat there watching me in silence. It was kind of weird, though not in a creepy way.

Eventually, when I was mostly full, I glanced up at him and said, “Thanks for this.”

He gave me a small nod, his face relaxed. “Grandma’s planning a getaway to Tully City resort next week. She wants everyone to come.”

I blinked, a bit lost. “Oh, okay.”

a bit. “She wants

me off guard. “I’ve still got… stuff to do,” I trailed off, not finishing

thank her, just come along. The same goes if you’re

hanging out with Madam Young at the resort for a few days.

to argue. “Cool. Just tell me the details,

and then

Idris, the guy, did not look like he was leaving anytime soon. I

get a word out, he turned to me. I froze, feeling kind of guilty for some reason. However, he was

sure,” I said quickly.

some water, and then sat

and hydrated, and he was still there. I hesitated, then finally blurted out,

the year winding down, I figured he would be

hummed a one–word answer and

but I was tongue–tied. I

She raised an eyebrow seeing Idris there–probably because he had played the hero for me back in Lorrell. Her usual frosty look had thawed a bit. She gave him a nod before turning to me with a smile, “Bet you’re starving.

resist. I patted. my already stuffed belly, fighting back the urge to groan. Why did I gobble up Idris’s snacks

was out of the

making a move. Her brows

I looked up

picture of innocence. “Mom, I’m stuffed.” My eyes flicked to the ravaged remains of the