Facade of Love

Chapter 144 Breakfast Invitation

I could not make heads or tails of it, so I let the matter drop. I hopped into my car and drove back to the Scotts‘ Residence. The next morning, as I stepped outside, I was caught off guard by the sight of a towering man standing by a black McLaren. It took me a second to register who he was

He caught sight of me, his deep gaze locking onto mine. His expression was unreadable, his pasture tall and commanding. He closed the distance between us, stopping just a yard away, “Got time for breakfast?” he asked, his voice a deep, smooth rumble that seemed to pull at me. I was speechless…

1 had been asked out for lunch and dinner before, but a breakfast date? That was a new one. Idris sure

had a knack for the unconventional.

We had to pick a time to hash out the post–divorce details, and this was as good a time as any. Sure, talking about splitting up at the crack of dawn might be bad luck, but getting it over with early had its perks.

I gazed up at Idris, who loomed a good head and shoulders above me, and gave hini a nod. “Okay.”

The car ride was silent. Maybe we had run out of things to say to each other, so we just sat there, wrapped in an eerie calm.

Half an hour later, we pulled up to a private garden with a charming two–story house nestled inside.. Only someone with deep pockets would build such a peaceful spot in this expensive slice of the city.

Idris led me upstairs to a quiet corner table. He glanced at me. “Hungry?”

I shook my head. Who could stomach food at this hour?

and just told the waiter, “Something light, please.”

waiter nodded and disappeared.

hanging

better?” He

talking about the fever I had had after the whole mess with Locas’s death and Moore’s betrayal back in Macamer. It was nothing

We had

it now

did

to myself

hear,” he said with a cal nod

Iited my wh

in my head, but I kept quiet

had dried up, and silence settled over as again

window, its here branches casting a gloomy pall over

seemed to drag my spirits down into a pit of

ticked by, and then the waiter arrived with

more than a dozen different breakfast dishes. Two people with a feast fit for an emperor–1 was amazed.

back a snarky comment and stayed silent.

a plate of Beef Wellington in front of me, his voice even. “This is good, give it a try.”

met his gaze. “Young Corporation must have a ton of stuff for you to handle. If there’s