My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1968

Hendrix narrowed his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up into a wry smile, looking as though he had seen through me.

It was useless to continue being stubborn. So, I walked into the restaurant with a flushed face.

Hendrix sat in front of me and handed me the menu.

I widened my eyes in surprise. "Since when was he so kind?" I thought to myself.

I glanced down at the menu and said, "You order. I'm not a picky eater."

Hendrix didn't say anything and ordered a few simple dishes.

Hendrix had a lot on his mind. Therefore, while waiting for the food to be served, he didn't size me up as he usually does, which was really rare.

The food was served in no time. I put down my phone as my gaze swept around the table. I was surprised.

Half of the dishes were spicy.

I asked, "Do you like spicy food?"

Not too long ago, I made food for him that tasted bland, and he really enjoyed it. I thought to myself,

"Is he eating spicy food for a change?"

Just then, a thought flashed across my mind.

"Is Hendrix accommodating to my taste in food?"

That idea started to bug me. I could no longer sit comfortably. It was as though thorns were growing out of my chair.

Why was Hendrix suddenly so considerate? Was this part of his scheme?

While I was trying to figure out whether I had fallen for his scheme, I heard Hendrix's deep voice saying, "Yes."

Hendrix really was a man of few words, but there was something about him that was very attractive.

He did accommodate my tastes before.

I felt uneasy throughout the dinner. I didn't even dare to look up.