Chapter 98
On the plain white table, there were several snacks, all famous dishes from roadside stalls at the night market, exuding a delicious aroma.
She glanced at Alexander Foster beside her, "Did you buy these?"
The man looked down, his eyes gazing deeply at her, as if lost in thought. Then he walked to the dining table and picked up some noodles with a pair of chopsticks, saying indifferently, "Robert loves this, so I bought extra."
"Then how did you know... these are also my favorites?"
Alexander's back slightly stiffened. He looked back and saw the girl standing there, her eyes laughing as she looked at him, her gaze filled with a teasing meaning.
But it didn't seem annoying. Instead, it was pleasing to the eye.
He slightly knitted his brows and lowered his eyes, still picking up the noodles, and casually replied, "Intuition."
Chloe Collins slowly walked up to him, took a bite of a pancake and said, "Your intuition is pretty accurate."
