Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 466

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 come eat."

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 handsome guy, 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 some more."

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.

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 some mind-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 caught me giving 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.

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 frame tense, 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. I tiptoed closer, the air between us charged with tension.

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 pushed me back, his voice laced with anger and frustration, "Yvette, you..."