fantishu
Chapter 260
Not long after, Mirabella led James back to the same diner where she had grabbed a bite earlier. The place was still pretty much deserted.
The owner, seeing the young lady return with a companion, grinned and said. “Hey there, girly. is this your boyfriend?”
At that moment. James still had his face mask on, so the diner’s owner couldn’t get a clear look at him, but he could tell that the man had a good vibe. He was sitting there with the young lady. and they seemed like a good match, which was why he blurted out such a comment.
Mirabella arched an eyebrow. “Sir, you’ve got it wrong. We’re just friends.”
James slowly removed his mask, revealing a strikingly handsome face. They were seated outside the diner, where the light wasn’t particularly bright, but it only added a moody charm to his looks.
The owner glanced back and forth between their faces and chuckled before asking. “Having another round of noodles?”
Mirabella turned to James. Her eyes were bright and clear. She said with a hearty laugh, “What’s your flavor, James? My treat today.” A bowl of noodles wasn’t going to break the bank. for her.
James‘ lips twitched slightly. He thought of the photo he’d seen on social media in the car, and said. “The one you posted on your feed.”
“Sure thing.” Mirabella said, turning to the owner. “We’ll have the same large bowl of noodles with minced pork, but hold the chili flakes this time.”
“Coming right up!”
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As the owner walked away, James turned to Mirabella with a mischievous raise of his eyebrow. “How did you know I don’t do spicy?”
Mirabella blinked playfully. “Just a guess.”
She glanced at James, who was sitting ramrod straight. His hands not even grazed the tabletop. Mirabella sighed. “You know, this place is pretty clean.”
“Uh–huh,” James humored her with a nod, sitting even straighter.
Mirabella didn’t press the point and instead asked, “No Wyatt?”
“He’s parking the car,” James replied coolly.
Mirabella touched her nose, not bothering to continue the conversation. Soon enough, the owner brought over the steaming bowl of noodles.
James looked at the heaping portion in front of him, and his brow involuntarily furrowed.
Mirabella had already grabbed a fork and a spoon, wiped them down with a napkin, and handed them to him. Leaning in close, she whispered, “Sometimes, it’s good to go with the flow. Being too fussy can spoil the experience of good food.”
Her husky voice carried a lazy allure, and as James turned to look at her, her beautiful eyes. seemed particularly enchanting, almost bewitching.
James paused for a second, then cracked a smile, accepting the fork and spoon. “This is quite a lot. How about you help me out with half?”
“The night is long, no rush. Take your time,” Mirabella said firmly, sitting up straight and declining.
James let out a soft laugh.
Twenty minutes later, after paying the bill, Mirabella and James left the diner, both instinctively putting their masks back on as they stepped out.
They didn’t linger, and soon they were out of the night market, waiting at the main street for Wyatt to pick them up in his car.
“How did you find your way to this night market?” James asked Mirabella, giving her a sidelong glance.
Mirabella, busy replying to comments on her Messenger feed, didn’t even look up. “Saw some good reviews about the street food here online.”
She was a bit miffed at the moment. Why did a simple food post turn into something else in the eyes of her two brothers? Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
Their comments went like this:
Zach said, (Mirabella, don’t venture out of the hotel after 6 PM.]
Leo said, [The world’s a dangerous place, with too many bad guys. Bbe careful, and don’t go wandering off alone.)