The couple at the food truck was Be and Justin.


    It was hard to imagine the billionaire president, proud and blue-blooded, slumming it at a food truck in


    the middle of the night to apany his beloved woman. Despite his usual taste for finer things, Justin


    indulged in high carbs and greasy food, fed by Be.


    It was an amazing feat.


    "Is it tasty?" Be tenderly took a napkin to wipe the grease off Justin''s lips.


    Justin saw his chance to peck her on the lips. "It''s good. Everything tastes delicious when I''m with you."


    Be blushed. Even the olddy working in the food truck grinned.


    The couple was perfect for each other.


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    The olddy was happy for them.


    "Tsk. You only said that because I brought you here."


    Be pouted. "Just be honest if you don''t like it. I don''t like it when you put up with it and indulge me. I


    won''t bring you here again."


    As hisshes fluttered, Justin reached past Be and grabbed two bottles of seasoning on the left side


    of the table-ck pepper and balsamic vinegar.


    He then added a few dashes of the seasoning to Be''s food before urging her tenderly. "Try it."


    Be blinked and took a bite.


    Her eyes widened in surprise at Justin as she waved her arms in the air.


    "Oh, my god! This is heavenly! It''s so good. The simplest condiment brought the taste to a whole new


    level. How are you so good?"


    Justin looked deep into her eyes with a smile. "You''re wrong to assume that I only enjoyed the food to


    humor you. Before I was brought back to the Salvador family, my mother and I often dined at food


    trucks."


    Be''s breath hitched.


    She assumed she knew a lot about Justin''s obscure past from Wilma. Not until now did she realize her


    knowledge about him was just the tip of the iceberg.


    If he did not pour his heart into her, she may never know about a lot of things.


    She would enjoy eating at food trucks on asion as a treat, but it used to be Justin''s reality when he


    was a kid.


    "Back then, I would get really hungry after helping my mom out with thebor. My mom would take me


    to eat at food trucks."


    Twirling the stic cup, Justin dwelled on the locked memory. "My mom would only order something for


    me to save money, but she made sure I had protein. She would add a few condiments and seasonings


    to the food so I wouldn''t get fed up with the same food. This is my favoritebination. The taste is


    addictive. I still enjoy my food with the samebination of seasoning, but I can never get back the


    taste I savored during my childhood."


    The air was filled with a heart-wrenching silence.


    Justin snapped out of his memory and smiled apologetically. "I''m sorry, Be. I didn''t mean to ruin your


    supper."


    Be''s eyes welled up as she cupped his face and sealed his lips with a kiss.