Facade of Love

Chapter 324 You’ll Endure Whatever I Make You Do, Right?

I handed Idris a tissue, and he took it to wipe his mouth. He did not look too good, but he remained polite and reserved. He did not say much and simply avoided the dish he had initially found tasty.

Seeing this, I kept silent and just watched him. “Why not try some of the other dishes?” I suggested.

He nodded, and within moments, his face returned to its usual handsome and dignified appearance.

He picked up his fork and reached for a green dish nearby. As he poked into it, he looked at me and asked, “What is this?”

I calmly watched him pick up the dish and said, “Snail salad.”

As expected, the man’s face stiffened, and the food on his fork fell to the ground. He furrowed his brows slightly, withdrew his hand, and his complexion worsened.

I simply looked at him, smiling as if nothing had happened. Then, he reached for another dish without asking this time and prepared to eat it.

However, how could I let such a chance slide? After he took a bite, I calmly remarked, “The cold dish with escamoles tastes good, doesn’t it?”

His expression darkened completely. His handsome face remained still as he stared at me without saying a word. After a long while, he could not force down these foods anymore and got up, walking to the side to gag.

I watched him coldly, my gaze calm and indifferent. The owner came out and, seeing his reaction, thought there was an issue with the food. He looked at me with concern and said, Ms., is there…”

“It’s nothing. He’s just not used to it,” I replied as I settled the bill.

Idris‘ embarrassment did not last long. After a while, he returned to his usual elegance and walked over to me. He looked at me and asked, “Are we still going to eat?”

and asked, “Do you want to eat?”

and did

walked back

then pulled my wrist. I glanced at him with nearly emotionless eyes and said, “Idris, I

“I

eyes paused for a few seconds, and he finally spoke. “Is this retaliation? Or do you want me

at him, I became even calmer

face twisted slightly, and his voice was

turned around and sat back at the

You‘ Endure Whatever I

dishes he had previously been too

silence, unable to explain what I felt

flushed, either from the rush of eating or because he was holding back

Either

way,

time he did not

for some

demeanor. His voice was hoarse as he said, What else do

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wanted to torment him to vent the resentment that had been deeply buried in my heart. I was indignant that I lost control when he repeatedly reached out and got closer to me. I was angry at the fact that he had still swayed me despite the hurt he caused me. That was why I

him that I would not

I was the one