Facade of Love Novel 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.