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 Ensio Candor, Idris‘

discussing something

habit of eavesdropping, so I turned to leave, but Ensio’s voice

The ‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had referred to was obviously

matters

had asked someone to look into

deep breath. Had he heard what Moore said today

more

faced the two slightly surprised men

Ensio looked a little

calm. He glanced at Ensio and

for a few seconds,

hand, and after

that not an unrelated question? I still

over me, then abruptly switched topics. “Apologize to

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

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,

what happened five years

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

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

Moore’s lover?”