Chapitre 133: Lunch box

The next day…

Lewis chuckled, watching her busy walk back and forth while wearing his wristwatch. He gazed at the bag she was filling in with a lunch box.

"Perfect." Devon smiled, zipping the lunch bag and held it up to him. "Your lunch."

"Thank you. Today is your first gig. Won't you get late?" he inquired, accepting the lunch box she prepared for him. Devon had woken up an hour before his usual wake-up time to cook him food.

"Right…" Devon shifted her eyes towards the wall clock. As soon as she saw the time, her eyes dilated, and gasped. 

"I will wash up quick!" she announced, rushing towards their room to bathe. However, just as she took five steps away from him, Devon sprinted back to him.

Lewis raised his brows before she tugged his tie down and placed a peck on his cheek. "Take care!" and then she dashed away.