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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the voice of Ensio

something in the

of eavesdropping, so I turned to leave, but

‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had referred to

matters

asked someone to look into what happened five years

he heard what Moore

I’m more than willing whenever you’re ready.” I pushed

and faced the two slightly surprised

Ensio looked

calm. He glanced at Ensio and said,

for a few seconds, then respectfully left the

some documents in his hand, and after a long pause, he finally looked at me. His face was impassive, betraying no

taken aback. Was that not an unrelated question?

sweeping over me,

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

did to Moore at the hospital today and did not react at

Ensio investigate what happened five years ago to verify

a head taller than me and sneered. I looked directly into

asked, “Apologize? On what grounds, Mr. Young? Are you speaking as my husband

Moore’s lover?”