Facade of Love

Chapter 7 He Investigated

Looking at Sweety’s hesitant expression, I calmly asked, “Forced to work in a red–light district as a prostitute, you mean?”

She nodded cautiously. “I don’t mean to dig into your old wounds, but I really want to know why you’ve never talked about what happened during those six months after you returned.”

I pursed my l*ps. Thoughts about the past resurfaced, all tinged with a chill. Looking at Sweety, I said, “It’s getting late, and I still have work to do.”

Seeing that I was not willing to talk, she pouted and grumbled. “Kicking me out again, huh? If I hadn’t been so bored at home, I wouldn’t have bothered bringing you lunch.”

Despite her whiny tone, she pointed at the remaining food in the lunch box with a serious expression and said, “Finish it, or don’t expect me to make you lunch again.”

I smiled, nodded, and dug into the remaining food.

In the evening.

After dinner with Sweety, it was already dark when I returned to Clearwater Residence.

The lights in the villa’s hall were off. Assuming Idris was not back, I planned to go to the study to read for a while to get myself sleepy.

Outside the study, I saw the door ajar, so I stopped in my tracks. Was he back?

“Mr. Young, I’ve gotten some information on what happened five years ago. It seems Mrs. Young was

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voice of

they discussing something

of eavesdropping, so I turned to leave, but Ensio’s voice continued/” Mrs. Young’s

brows furrowed. The ‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had

was about matters from five

asked someone to look into what

paused and took a deep breath. Had he heard what Moore said today at

a divorce, Mr. Young, I’m more than willing whenever

the two slightly surprised men in

looked

He glanced at

looked at me, hesitated for a few

atmosphere was eerily quiet. He was holding some documents in his hand, and after

Was that not an unrelated question? I

up, his eyes sweeping over me,

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

Moore at the hospital today and did not react at all. Instead, he went with me to see

investigate what happened five years

at the man who stood half a head taller than me and sneered. I looked directly into

grounds, Mr. Young?

Moore’s lover?”