Chapter 86 Almost Couldn't Hold It In

"Why are you staring at me? I'm not French onion soup," Evan said as he sat back across from me. His long, elegant finger tapped the table, signaling me to hurry up and eat. I didn't think the French onion soup tasted bad a moment ago. But now, I pouted while feeling wronged and said, "This tastes terrible." "What do you want to eat?" Evan's tone was indulgent. I went big. "Wagyu beef, foie gras, lobster, cantaloupe, and ice cream!" "Alright, let's go." Evan reached over and ruffled my hair, making a mess of my bangs, seemingly satisfied only after they were all tangled. "I haven't seen you in two months, and you've turned into quite the foodie." I muttered behind him, "It's because I missed you." "What did you say?" He was holding the soup container I hadn't finished. He tossed it into the trash while glancing sideways at me, looking a bit puzzled. It was such a domestic scene—who would believe that a powerful business tycoon would be here cleaning up my leftovers? "Hehe, goo