After about a ten-minute drive, they arrived at Flavor Street. No cars were allowed on Flavor Street, so they had to park a mile away and hoof it.
Remembering the lesson from before. Marcus found a parking spot and parked the car before allowing Cornelia to get out. The two then walked towards Flavor Street.
They were both lookers, drawing admiring glances from passersby.
Many people mistook them for a married couple, whispering as they passed, "What a good-looking pair. With genes like that, they have to have a few kids."
After being mistaken for a married couple too many times, and with Marcus not showing any annoyance, Cornelia stopped bothering to correct them and subconsciously kept some distance from Marcus.
She walked behind him, no longer side by side. But whenever she slowed down, Marcus would slow down too. Whenever she stopped, he would stop. As if he were deliberately not letting her get too far away.
Seeing this, Cornelia could only quicken her pace. She was hoping to reach Flavor Street, finish eating, and get back to the hotel for some rest sooner. So that she wouldn't have to stick close behind Marcus.
True to its reputation, Woodpine's most famous snack street didn't disappoint. The scent of delicious food wafted into their nostrils as soon as they reached the entrance, making Cornelia's stomach rumble.
Marcus heard it, "Eat whatever you want, don't worry about me."
Without any further ado, Cornelia turned her head and saw a chicken roll shop on her right, "President Hartley, Woodpine's chicken rolls are quite famous. Want to give it a try?"
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