Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Blair had seen it coming. Wesley was not that big of a fan of Western food after all.

It was not long before their meals arrived. The steak came first. Blair was hungry and took a hearty bite off the steak. However, the Longer she chewed it, the more she lost her appetite. By the time Wesley’s food reached their table, she’d grown fully sated of her steak that she couldn’t stop looking at it.

Wesley noticed how intently Blair was looking at his noodles and asked, This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Blair replied as she shook her head.

He lowered his head to start eating the noodles. When he checked up on

Blair, he noticed she hadn’t touched it since his food came.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like it? Does it not taste good?”

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Blair’s cheeks grew warm as she smiled coyly. She had eaten a lot of steaks when she was in England. This steak did not taste Like how she remembered it. Fairly enough, one could not expect good quality food from a restaurant inside an amusement park. The steak tasted terrible.

“No, it’s quite alright,” she lied.

However, Wesley saw right through her fib. He removed the plate in front of her and told her, “Order another dish.”

Blair did not contest his suggestion and nodded.

“Hmm. How about your noodles? Is it any good?”

Wesley was not that much of a foodie, so he replied nonchalantly, “Not too shabby.”

“How about we just exchange our dishes?” Blair suggested hesitantly

“But I’ve already taken a few bites off it.”

She shook her head.

“It’s okay. I don’t really mind.” They had kissed more than a few times, so she figured sharing the same bowl of noodles was not really that big of a deal.

The soldier thought otherwise. He did not want Blair to have anything he had already eaten from. He answered, “No. I’ll order you a fresh bowl.”

“No, no. Just let me taste it first. What if I don’t like it either? It would be a waste of food.” Blair was aware Wesley was not a fan of extravagance and wastefulness

He moved his bowl closer to Blair and placed her dish in front of him.

Once they had settled everything, Wesley started inhaling the steak.

She took a spoonful of the noodles and immediately disliked it. ‘Oh my

God. It’s no better than the steak. Is this even safe to consume?’ she wondered. She really was not a picky eater, but the food sold inside the amusement park was really terrible. They were also fairly expensive.

What was confusing for her was the man in front of her. He ate the steak with a straight face, as if it was not the exact thing she tasted. He didn’t complain about the flavor and just accepted it.