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.”

in a bit. “She

still got… stuff to do,” I trailed off, not finishing

smoothly, “If you’re looking to thank her, just come along. The same goes if you’re thanking

it to click. He was talking about hanging out with Madam Young at the resort for a few days. Emily had

tell me the details, and I’ll be there.”

yes and then went quiet.

he was leaving anytime soon. I shot

out, he turned to me. I froze, feeling kind of guilty for some reason. However, he was just like, “Need a

I said quickly.

then sat back down,

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

was not even the weekend, and with the year winding

answer and then shut up..

to tell him to get going, but I was tongue–tied. I just could not spit

had played the hero for me back in Lorrell. Her usual frosty look had thawed a bit. She

the goodies I normally could not resist. I patted. my already stuffed belly,

out of

feast but not making a move. Her brows knitted together

I looked up

picture of innocence. “Mom, I’m stuffed.” My eyes