The Incubus System Chapter 787: Why Are You Following Me?

Chapter 787: Why Are You Following ?

The Incubus System Chapter 777. Why Are You Following ?

Once the car ca to a stop, I paid the fare, and the three of us got out, walking toward the entrance.

The air was cool and crisp. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the pavent.

Tiffany suggested making spaghetti.

"How about spaghetti? We should be able to whip it up with the ingredients," she proposed, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.

Celia, on the other hand, had her own culinary vision.

"But Ethan likes fried rice," she chid in, advocating for my favorite dish.

The two options were quite different, and I couldn't help but be intrigued by the possibility of combining them. "How about fusion them?" I offered, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

Tiffany and Celia both turned to , their eyebrows raised in unison.

"I don't think spaghetti and fried rice match," they said.

"Well, you never know until you try," I teased, knowing that my suggestion was perhaps a bit outlandish.

In the end, I left the choice to them.

We approached the front door, I fumbled for my keys.

The lock clicked open, and I turned the handle, swinging the door open.

The comforting scent of ho greeted us. Stepping inside, we were t with the greetings of my beloved pets.

But instead of coming in further, I stayed at the entrance.

"Guys, how about I buy so soda and dessert to keep us company?" I suggested.

"I don't think it's necessary," Tiffany replied, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

She leaned toward , her teasing tone evident.

"Or...do you want to run away from your cooking duties?" she playfully accused, a sly smile dancing on her lips.

I grinned. "Co on, give a break," I retorted, trying to sound convincing.

"I just need a nice drink after all Ruby's drama," I added with a playful whine.

"Besides..." I gestured toward my pets. "You can think of them as my replacents," I joked.

In response, Red couldn't contain his excitent, he started barking joyously, his tail wagging vigorously in the air.

Buni observed the commotion with interest. With his ears perked up and his nose twitching, he seed ready to lend a paw.

Shadow seed uninterested in the excitent and stretched lazily on the sofa, displaying his usual air of nonchalance.

Rave perched on the windowsill, observing the scene with a keen eye.

At the sa ti, I telepathed Celia. 'Sothing happened, I have to go now,' I stated.

I knew I could just go upstairs and use my teleportation skill. But if Tiffany found out I wasn't in my room, she would get suspicious.

As soon as I telepathed Celia, her expression changed from excitent to concern.

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out to grab Tiffany's hand, signaling that sothing urgent had co up.

"You know, it's probably better if we cook without him. Trust , it'll be much better since he tends to burn things," Celia suggested.

"He's that bad at cooking?" Tiffany asked in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up in concern.

Celia nodded emphatically.

"Oh, trust , it's an adventure every ti he tries to cook sothing. We usually end up ordering takeout afterward," she confessed with a playful grin. Ṛ𝘢ΝＯ𝖇ĚꞨ

Tiffany cringed at the thought.

"Alright then, I guess we better not risk it. Let's cook together!" she agreed.

"So? Do you want sothing? Soda? Dessert?" I asked, glancing at Celia and Tiffany.

Tiffany's eyes lit up with excitent as she replied, "Strawberry soda, please! It's my favorite."

Celia chid in, "I'll have a milk tea. Thanks."

I nodded. "Alright, be right back," I said, turning around to the exit.

I closed the front door behind , leaving Celia and Tiffany to continue their cooking escapades.

Using my teleportation skill, I focused my energy and visualized the nearby park.

A tingling sensation enveloped my body, and in the blink of an eye, the world around shifted.

When I reappeared in the park, a dark aura surrounded montarily before dissipating into the night air.

The park was a quaint and cozy oasis. Tall, ancient trees with lush foliage lined the periter.

A winding path andered through the park, paved with cobblestones that led visitors on a leisurely stroll. The path was dotted with wooden benches.

I stood among the lush foliage. My eyes fixated on Elenna, the persistent reporter who seed to be on a mission to uncover every bit of my life.

Her confusion was clear as she looked around, searching for . Little did she know that I was right behind her.

'Foxy, you can return now. I will take over from here,' I telepathically communicated with her.

Although I was lazy now, it was ti for to handle the situation personally.

'Okay,' ca Foxy's prompt reply, and I felt her essence retreat from the surroundings.

After that answer, I approached Elenna. "Why are you following ?"

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