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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was the voice of Ensio

they discussing something

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

Young‘ Ensio had referred

was about matters from five years

into what happened

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

Young, I’m more than

the two slightly surprised men in the

looked a little

however, was unnaturally calm. He glanced at Ensio and

for a few

and after a long pause, he finally looked at me. His face was impassive, betraying no emotion. “Is the scar

not an unrelated question? I still

up, his eyes sweeping over me,

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

He had seen what I did to Moore at the hospital today and

Ensio investigate what happened

stood half a head taller than me and sneered. I looked

Mr. Young? Are you speaking

Moore’s lover?”