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

something in the

turned to leave, but Ensio’s

furrowed. The ‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had

matters

into

breath. Had he heard what

Mr. Young, I’m more than willing whenever you’re ready.”

the two slightly surprised men in the

Young…” Ensio looked a little

unnaturally calm. He glanced at

hesitated for a few seconds, then respectfully

was just Idris 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 impassive, betraying no emotion. “Is the scar from

Was that not

his eyes sweeping over me, then

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

few seconds to realize what was going on. He had seen what I did to Moore at the hospital today and did not react at all. Instead, he went with me to see Kane. Now, he was waiting for

what happened five years ago to

the man who stood half a head taller than me and sneered. I

asked, “Apologize? On what grounds, Mr. Young?

Moore’s lover?”