Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 334

“Oh.” Monique did not know what to say. She looked at the droplet that fell from his hair, flowing down his gorgeous face, then she said, “The noodles are still too hot, and your hair is still wet. Let me help you blow dry it. The noodles will be at the right temperature when we’re done.”

Henry was surprised. She was a little different today--a little too different. She no longer distanced herself from him. She was even more thoughtful and considerate.

Monique was panicked when he did not reply, her heart becoming anxious. She nervously looked around to evade his gaze, but she had no idea how she ended up looking into his eyes. They looked at each other. The air in the room suddenly froze, like there was something between them.

Her heart thumped like a rabbit again, jumping all around. She even found it a little difficult to breathe. She pursed her lips. “If you’re hungry, you should eat first!”

There was a strangeness in his heart. The woman had thick and dark hair curtaining her petite pale face, her lashes were long, and her eyes glimmered like a night sky full of stars. Her cherry pink lips were tempting. He wanted to bite them.

“Okay.” His throat moved as he replied in a deep, hoarse voice.

He walked toward Monique, each step making her nervous. Her hands gripped tightly to the chair. When he was close, her instincts pulled the chair out for him.

Luckily, Henry sat down in an elegant manner. The chicken noodle soup in front of him was a simple dish. It had an egg and some herbs as garnish. Although it was simple, it actually looked mouth-watering.

Monique took a deep breath and suppressed her nervousness. The day would come sooner or later. Do not be afraid. Do not be nervous. She comforted herself, then she pulled up a chair to sit beside Henry. She looked at him with her clear eyes and gave him a smile. “I didn’t know what you liked, but this was fast and simple, so I made you this.”

“It’s fine.” Henry’s thin lips lifted and gave her a short reply. He picked up a fork and had a bite. He must have been hungry; he thought it had a nice fragrance and was so tasty; it was the best noodles he had ever eaten. He scooped more and took a huge bite.

“It’s hot. Slowly,” Monique said, unable to help it.