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.

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

hands, so he had to place them on his knees. He looked at me and asked, “What are

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

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

help but want to

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

clearly see that Idris was getting restless from being stared at like a monkey in a zoo. If I had not already ordered the food, I had a hunch that he would have gotten up and

my chin and watched

me staring at him, he looked back at me and asked in a low and gentle

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smiled slightly. “At you.

his usual air of elegance and grace. Even when he was complimented,

at me and slightly chuckled before saying, “If you like looking, then

I could not help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had indeed brought him here with the intention of

the owner began

food was ready, and leaving now would be a waste of food, which was