Facade of Love

Chapter 466

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Lucas chuckled, not bothered in the least, and turned back to his noodles. Somehow, he had managed to whip up two bowls of noodles with surprising skill.

He set the noodles on the table and glanced back at me. "Go wash up, then ceat." I washed my hands and took a seat at the table, finding an extra cup of iced drink waiting for me, courtesy of Lucas.

"The weather in Lake City's pretty great, not too hot or cold, just a bit damp. It would be perfect for staying a while, too bad," he mused out of the blue.

I did not respond, just took a bite of my noodles. They were decent enough, and as I was about to go for another, he piped up again, "How's it taste?" I looked up, caught off guard by his expectant look. He was a handsguy, except when he was in his killer mode. I looked down again and replied flatly, "It's edible." A smile spread across his face. "Good, then have smore." I was not in the mood for conversation, so I just focused on my noodles.

However, before I was even halfway through my bowl, another heaping serving was pushed in front of me. I looked up, frowning, at the man opposite me.

He seemed cheerful. "If you like it, help yourself to more. There's plenty left in the pot." || I pressed my lips together and shot back sternly, "Lucas, if you're into fattening up pigs, I can send a few your way." His smile vanished, and his expression turned sour.

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I barely exchanged words with him before I lost my appetite and slumped back onto the couch in the living room.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but Lucas seemed way chiller today than usual.

The guy ate like he was in a race, shoveling food in like there was no tomorrow. No surprise there. Lucas could never match Idris's level of poshness.

Looks were deceiving, anyway.

Lucas finished slurping up his noodles and plopped down next to me. He flicked on the TV to smind-numbing show, but he was oddly into it, sipping tea and munching on snacks like it was the best thing ever.

He was acting super weird.

He caughtgiving him the side-eye and curled an eyebrow. "Find something you like to watch," he challenged.

Then he tossed a bag of chips at me. "Here, eat up!" I just raised an eyebrow, totally weirded out by him.

"Not your thing?" He noticed I had not touched the chips and was about to rip open another snack bag.

"I'm not into junk food," I told him, standing up with a shrug. "So, where's my room?" "Upstairs, then take a right," he said, dropping the snacks like they were hot.

I left him there and headed up.

The bedroom was huge and cozy, with this soft pink vibe and fancy French-style furniture. It was like someone had Pinterest-ed the place to girly perfection.

The closet was stocked with all sorts of pajamas, fancy brands, and silky materials.

He must have been in Lake City for a while to get all that set up.

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"You like it?" Lucas's voice cfrom behind me.

f.ne was feeling the silky pajamas wher spun around to face him. I gave im a look that said I was onto him All this effort-cooking, snacks, oom decor... Don't tellyou went hrough all this trouble just to see if dike it?" Content belongs to wHe stepped closer, a sly grin playing on his lips. "What if I said yes?" Oh, he was not even trying to deny it.

Closing the gap, I reached out and smoothed the wrinkles from his black shirt The guy was seriously built, I could feel his muscles rippling under the fabric. I did not pull back, instead inching closer and resting my hands on his shoulders. S Looking up at him, I teased, "Lucas, you've got a thing for me, don't you?" I was so close I could hear his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

He glanced down, his tall frtense, as my fingers grazed Adam's apple. "Yvette, I'm not exactly short on company," He said calmly.

I snorted, tapping his throat. "If you're so popular, why take a bullet for me? Why go through all this trouble?" He just stared at me, silent.

I studied his sharp jawline, my eyes drifting to his lips. They were not thin, but they were pursued in a way that made them seem distant.4 tiptoed closer, the air between us charged with tension. S He stiffened, instinctively shutting his eyes.

However, I did not close the gap, just watched him from a whisper away.

Realizing he was not going to feel the kiss he anticipated, his eyes snapped open, locking with mine. I did not bother to hide my scorn.

His expression darkened, and with a sudden shove, he pushedback, his voice laced with anger and frustration, "Yvette, you..."

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