Facade of Love

Chapter 323 Made of Pig’s Brain

Idris responded with a gentle and elegant hum, as usual.

However, when the car reached the roadside food stall in Lake City, he looked at me with some doubt and a blank expression. “You want us to park here?”

I nodded and got out of the car, sitting down at the freshly prepared table by the road. Upon seeing Idris‘ black Bugatti, the owner could not help but glance a few more times before looking at me and saying, “What would you like to eat, pretty lady? Feel free to choose from the menu.‘

I lowered my head to look at the menu but noticed that Idris had yet to leave the car. I glanced up at him and asked, “Don’t you want to eat?”

Idris shook his head and looked around hesitantly. “It seems like it’s not easy to park here.” The owner was a wise person, and upon hearing his concern, he quickly said, “Sir, there’s an open space about a hundred and fifty meters ahead where you can park your car. Just leave your car there.”

Idris nodded slightly and said, “Thank you.”

Five minutes later, Idris came to the food stall but did not sit down. I looked up at him and saw him glancing around surreptitiously, furrowing his brow as if he were in a dilemma.

I pursed my lips. I knew that he was quite particular about cleanliness, but I still looked at him. and asked, “You don’t want to eat here?”

He shook his head and hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down.

food stall were relatively low. With his tall and long legs, when Idris sat on the stool, he looked like he was sinking into

did not have a comfortable place to rest his attractive pair of hands, so he had to place them on his knees. He looked at

so uncomfortable and out of his element for the first time, but I could not help smiling. I opened my mouth

then nodded slightly and said, “It’ll be fine as long as you

help but want to laugh. At this

he attracted the attention and scrutiny of many people because he was exceptionally

like a monkey in a zoo. If I had not already ordered the food, I had a hunch that

chin and watched him, trying to

me and asked in a low and gentle voice, “What are you looking at?”

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you. You look very

of his usual air of elegance and grace.

he still looked at me and slightly chuckled before

with the intention of seeing him

began serving the

thought. After all, the food was ready, and leaving now would be a waste