When they passed by a shop that sold grilled and deep-fried snacks, Monique could not resist.
“You can’t eat that. You just recovered,” Henry said with a frown.
“I’ll just have a taste.” Monique looked at him pitifully. “It’s been forever since I had it.”
“How can you stuff so much food in your stomach? Aren’t you full from the pasta?” Henry mocked.
Monique pouted. “This isn’t filling at all.” Then, she ran into the shop before Henry could say anything further. He had no choice but to stand outside and wait for her.
He stood there leisurely. His flawless figure made young passersby gasp when they saw him. “He’s incredibly handsome!”
“Is he a celebrity?”
“He’s more attractive than a celebrity.”
One of the girls took out their phone to take a picture of him, thinking that he would go viral if they posted it online.
Henry glanced at them with a sharp gaze, exuding a kingly aura that overwhelmed them.
They were frightened and dared not stare at him directly, not to mention take photos.
The person who was about to take a picture of him was so startled by Henry’s gaze, they quickly pocketed their phone.
Shortly after, Monique emerged with a small container. The food was round and chunky, covered in a golden batter and sprinkled with pepper; it looked so appetizing.
Henry took the snack from Monique and tossed a piece into his mouth.
Hmm. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, aromatic with a smooth texture. He could feel juices flowing out when he bit into it. It was delicious.
Monique reached out to grab one, but Henry raised his hand high up and refused to let her eat. He said the same thing, “You’re still recovering. No fried food allowed.”
Monique rolled her eyes and smiled mischievously. Then she said seductively, “Do you know what that is? Don’t you regret it later.”
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