Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 361

Her voice was just the right volume, not too loud, not too soft, but every word was crystal clear to Elian.

It was like dropping a pebble into a still pond, ripples spreading wider and wider. Elian stood there as if struck by lightning, frozen for what felt like an eternity.

It wasn’t until Miranda walked further into the estate, disappearing from his sight, that he finally snapped back to reality.

Standing in the shifting light, he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. His eyes sparkled with such joy and brightness. The urge to rush forward and embrace her overwhelmed everything else.

The shadow that had once cloaked his heart had lifted entirely from his being. He realized, receiving just a little bit of affection in return could make him so incredibly happy.

No wonder people became completely smitten when they fell in love. Elian thought he hadn’t even started a romantic relationship. Yet here he was, utterly lovestruck.

His mind was so consumed with her words that he nearly forgot how to drive, even shifting the gear into reverse instead of drive. He realized his mistake just in time, corrected it, and hit the gas.

Nearby, at a food stand by the gate, a vendor nudged his fellow vendor.

"Did you find out who that is?" asked the guy flipping crepes.

The vendor grilling hot dogs had just pulled up the info. Seeing the encrypted details and the owner of the car, he responded, "It's someone important. Based on other info, it seems like the car belongs to the Ashcroft family. It's all good, no threat to our target."

The crepe guy peered over, puzzled. "Could it be Mr. Ashcroft’s car? Back in Zephra, he was always hanging around the target."

"If it were really him, we won’t be needed," the hot dog vendor replied, glancing at the crepe making tools. “Anyway, I’m starving. Gimme one of those crepes.”

The crepe guy was rendered speechless.

Luckily, Miranda’s place was tucked far away. Even if they'd set up food stalls here, hardly anyone would come by.

Occasionally, someone would stumble upon this place by accident, amazed that there were street food here, thinking it was some kind of trendy hotspot, and sample everything. Only to find the taste was dreadful, and those bizarre crepes and hot dogs were a complete letdown.

They’d think they could cook better than these vendors. They used to wonder how these people managed to stay in business. But then they saw the grand estate nearby and got it.