Chapter 42 Just for the Taste

The driver obliged and stopped the car in front of a restaurant, but Louisa wasn't hungry in the slightest. She had only said that to embarrass Danica. "Um, I'm not that hungry." All Louisa wanted was to see Letitia. The moment she got off the plane, her heart had gone haywire. She was torn between wanting to see her and being afraid to see her. "I am," Elijah said. The driver had already opened the door for him. His long legs encased in black trousers swung out of the car. A polished pair of black leather loafers gently landed on the ground. They were so clean that the light from the street lamps reflected off them. His tall figure blocked the light coming in from the door. While the shadows softened the sharp angles of his browbone, they also made his deep stare look even darker—like a cave. They stared at each other for a moment. "Are you sure you're not hungry? Don't get so tired that you won't be able to cry later," Elijah said cockily, his tone lifting in mockery. Cry? W