Chapter 1380

“I just thought you weren’t dressed warmly enough,” Roxanne explained, attempting to clarify Lucian’s earlier misunderstanding. “Aren’t you cold in just a T-shirt?”

Lucian turned, gazed at Roxanne—bundled in his shirt and holding his hand—and said, “I won’t be cold if we stick together.”

They walked hand-in-hand, their intimacy evident. After several turns, they reached a small, dark alley.

Roxanne looked confused. “Is this the place you mentioned?”

Lucian nodded. “It’s probably closed. Let’s eat somewhere else. What would you like?”

Roxanne, very hungry, mentally considered numerous options. Finally, she said, “Let’s have crawfish. I haven’t had them in a long time. I’m craving them.”

She paused, realizing most upscale restaurants would be closed. Street food stalls were the only option, and she wasn't sure Lucian would appreciate the setting.

Noticing her hesitation, Lucian took her hand and guided her toward the street food stalls. Roxanne breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

Concerned about Lucian’s preference for less crowded environments, she initially planned to choose a less busy stall. However, drawn to the liveliest one, she assumed the popularity indicated quality.

Only after they were seated did Roxanne realize her mistake. Lucian looked somewhat gloomy.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “You don’t like noisy, crowded places, do you? Should we get the food and take it back to the hotel?”

His frown softened as he saw her enjoyment. Relieved by his apparent acceptance, Roxanne continued chatting to distract him until their food arrived.

Only then did she fall silent, beginning to shell the crawfish. After shelling one, she hesitated before placing it on Lucian’s plate, a silent apology for bringing him there. She waited for him to eat it before shelling another for herself.

Midway through the meal, Roxanne noticed something peculiar. Her plate seemed perpetually full. Looking at Lucian, she saw his plate was empty. He had been discreetly replenishing hers.

He paused when she stared, confused. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it taste good?”

Roxanne shook her head, beginning to speak when someone bumped into her, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“What the… Hey! Didn’t you see us?”

Slurred speech and the strong smell of alcohol followed. Roxanne frowned, realizing they had encountered some intoxicated troublemakers.