“N_Mowerd.” Kelly quickly straightened and retorted, “Thought my… Tell off, bad term. I realized I didn’t even wear makeup today.”

Emmy’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he didn’t press further. He simply got into the car, holding the pegenen chicken.

“Just one bag of popcorn chicken, Dan. Don’t overeat. Ædest to take your job after just one day. It must have been a coincidence. Trosemiddict possibly be so perceptive as to discover her secret,” their eating filled the car, and the faint scent of popcorn chicken lingered in the air.

She was holding the bag of popcorn chicken with her delicate fingers, popping the pieces into her mouth one by one, savoring each bite with a satisfied look on her face.

Seeing her like this, Lean cendda couldn’t help but smile. When Kelly noticed his gaze, she was about to take another bite of popcorn chicken. Realizing he had been staring at her, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Why didn’t she ask if he wanted any?

Instinctively, she held the popcorn chicken out to him. “Do you want some?”

Leon’s gaze dropped to her fingertips. Her nails were neatly manicured, delicately rounded, with healthy, pink nail beds and a subtle crescent shape. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he leaned in, taking the piece of popcorn chicken from her fingers. Kelly’s heart skipped a beat.

A striking, almost unknowingly seductive quality… The dim light inside the car highlighted his features, casting shadows that made his profile even more captivating. The faint shadow of his lashes fell across his face. When his lips brushed against her fingertips, the soft sensation reminded Kelly of that night when their lips met.

Their loss, the last of each other, and the sound of their… beradik…

“No, no, no, stop thinking! Don’t think about…li…” she thought.

Kelly’s entire body heated up, and she couldn’t bring herself to look directly at Leon. He bit into the popcorn chicken, effortlessly rolling it onto his tongue.

“Man… Not bad,” he commented.

The moment of tension seemed to pass in an instant. The green light came on, and the car started moving again. Kelly’s racing heart slowly calmed down, and she forced herself to act composed. She lowered her voice and asked Leon again, “Do you want more?”

“You can eat it.” Leon’s voice was gruff.

Kelly mechanically ate, still thinking. “I thought you wouldn’t like this kind of food.”

“I don’t. When I was studying abroad, I ate a lot of this kind of thing,” Leon said, his focus on the road ahead as his hands gripped the steering wheel. “But seeing how much you enjoy it, I thought I’d give it a try.”

“Is it any different?”

Leon thought for a moment, as if seriously considering the question. “The popcorn chicken tastes the same, but the mood while eating it is totally different.”

“S…” Kelly asked, confused.

“Maybe because I’m in a good mood, it just tastes better.”

Such vague and suggestive words always left poor interrogation… Nelly looked at his profile, and her heart, which had just calmed down, began to race once more.