Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 

Andrew, trailing behind, saw the two enter a steakhouse and quickly sent the location to Jeremiah. 

The vendor handed two ready meals to Andrew. “Hello, sir, that’ll be 18 dollars. Thank you for your patronage.” 

When Andrew turned around and saw what the vendor was holding, his expression suddenly froze. 

He pointed at the contents of the bag, covering his nose, and complained. “What is this? It stinks!” 

The vendor was not pleased. “Sir, this says herring in a can. Are you joking about how it smells?” 

Andrew’s face turned dark. He had never eaten this before. 

The smell made him want to vomit. 

With people queuing behind him, he had no choice but to pay quickly and walk away with the bag. 

All he wanted was to find a trash can and toss this thing out. 

Andrew felt like he was covered in the foul odor. 

As he approached the trash can to throw away the can of herring, he looked up and saw Yvette leaning against the door of the steakhouse, laughing as she watched him. 

The man next to her was also present. 

‘How awkward. How do I explain this?‘ he thought. 

Andrew forced a smile and waved the bag in his hand. “Hey, Yvette! Fancy seeing you here! I just arrived in Betrico today. I was passing by and got hungry, so I thought I’d grab a bite. What a coincidence running into you!” 

A smirk played on Yvette’s lips as she glanced at the stinky bag. 

Even from a distance, she could smell it. 

She raised an eyebrow. 

Then, she asked calmly, “Want to eat together?” 

Andrew was taken aback. 

‘Why is she suddenly in such a good mood?‘ he wondered. 

He felt somewhat flustered but then thought this was just perfect, so he nodded eagerly. “Sure! I haven’t eaten yet. When Jeremiah arrives, we can eat together…” 

He hesitated and glanced awkwardly at Charles. “So, Yvette, does your friend mind? If he does, that’s fine.” 

Charles choked a bit. 

Why does Yvette’s friend sound so snarky? It’s the first time I’ve seen a guy talk like that,‘ he wondered. 

Yvette narrowed her eyes, her voice indifferent. “He doesn’t mind. Come on in.” 

As Andrew saw Yvette and Charles turn around, he thought to take the chance to toss the herring can into the trash. 

He couldn’t stand the smell for another minute.