Jeffrey Foster didn't hear Isabelle Martin speak for a while, and as someone used to certainty, he suddenly felt uneasy until he heard a single word by his ear, "Okay."
After Isabelle said that, a hint of discomfort flashed across her face. She glanced sideways to hide it, saying, "Let's get out of the car. You haven't eaten much all day. Shall we go have some porridge?"
"Mm, I'll listen to you," Jeffrey Foster replied, his heart filled with joy, though his expression remained calm. Only the faint gleam in his eyes revealed his good mood at the moment.
Isabelle Martin's ears warmed again. She felt that Jeffrey Foster's words could easily be misunderstood, but she didn't dare to think too much and led the man out of the car into the mall.
This wasn't their first visit here. Not far away was the place where she first had hotpot with Jeffrey Foster, and across it was the restaurant where they last dined on Western food.
