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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of Ensio

discussing something

turned to leave, but Ensio’s voice continued/” Mrs. Young’s past isn’t very respectable. If Madam

The ‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had referred

about matters from five years

asked someone to look into what happened five years

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

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

slightly surprised men in the

Ensio looked a little

He glanced at Ensio and

a few

and me in the study. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. He was holding some documents in his hand, and after a long pause, he finally looked at me. His face was

taken aback. Was that not an

sweeping over me, then abruptly switched topics. “Apologize

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

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

investigate what happened five years ago to verify

half a head taller than me

what grounds, Mr. Young?

Moore’s lover?”