Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed
Chapter 516

"I'm beat, just wanted to pull over and rest a bit before heading on, and then I dozed off..."

Leda made her way around the car, yanked open the passenger door, and settled in- "Perfect timing, you're driving me home."

York chuckled, "You sure don't beat around the bush."

Despite his words, a wide grin spread across his face.

"Alright then, I'll play the Good Samaritan today, go the whole nine yards. Buckle up-"

With a press of the gas pedal, the car shot forward like an arrow from a bow.

Leda exclaimed, "Whoa! Slow down, buddy! I'm not ready to meet my maker just yet!"

"Would it be so bad? Dying together, heh..."

Leda rolled her eyes at him.

Given their current relationship, even in death, they'd likely be buried apart. Twenty minutes later-

"Just drop me off at the entrance to the complex, I'll walk from there."

"No way! Haven't completed my mission yet!"

York swung the steering wheel, diving straight into the underground parking.

"Thanks." The car stopped, and Leda pushed the door open to get out.

"Hey, you're just gonna leave like that?"

Leda paused, "You want cab fare or something?"

"Heh, come on, what are we? Right?"

Leda: "Get to the point."

York: "I haven't had dinner, and I'm starving now."

"And?"

"How about you whip up something to eat at your place?"

Leda spread her hands, "Sorry, can't cook."

York had already made plans for her: "Don't worry about cooking. Last time I saw you had instant noodles in the cupboard. I'll just make myself some." "Fine." Leda turned, signaling him to follow.

York immediately hopped out of the car, locked it, and eagerly followed her into the elevator.

Leda: "There are plenty of restaurants around, or we could just order delivery. Isn't that better than instant noodles?"

"I just love instant noodles, what's wrong with that?"

Leda gave him a thumbs-up: "You're one of a kind."

York: "..." Felt the sarcasm.

As Leda punched in her door code, he tried to peek. 168...

What was after that?

Damn! Missed it!

The door swung open, and Leda walked straight in, not bothering to wait for him.

York didn't need an invitation,

waltzing in and changing shoes a

swnokeelet

he was entering his own homes if Cot belongs to

Leda turned, pointing towards the kitchen, "Help yourself, I'm taking a shower..."

With that, she disappeared into her bedroom.

York looked around, then raided the fridge.

Sure enough...

Only instant noodles!

Luckily, the fridge was stocked with drinks, and the liquor cabinet wasn't empty either.

He picked out a bottle of red wine, opened it, let it breathe, then chilled it in the fridge.

Just as the noodles were about to be ready, he took out the decanter from the fridge. Chilled, not frozen, just perfect.

Time to dig in!

Leda came out of her shower, draped in a white bathrobe, her hair still wrapped up, to find York squatting behind the coffee table, slurping noodles like a monkey, eyes glued to the TV.

A glass of red wine fogged up beside him...

"You chilled it in the fridge?"

"Yeah!" He looked up, noodles dangling from his mouth yet to be bitten off.

Leda's look of disdain was palpable.

Such a well-off gentleman, how could he be so... uncouth?

"Chew your food before you talk. That's gross."

the noodles in one go

York The bowl's all bits and t

pieces, that's the real gross part."

"You don't eat noodles like this, do you?"

Leda: "I... don't... eat... noodles."