Facade of Love

Chapter 152 Called Away

I offered Sweety a small smile and said, “I haven’t even said a word, and you’re already making me out to be unappreciative.”

She stopped short, her l*ps pursed in frustration. “I was just worried you’d be upset with me over the online drama,” she explained. Seeing that I was not fuming, she ventured cautiously, “You’re not mad at me about the internet stuff, right?”

I could not help but chuckle. “Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

She stumbled over her words, pausing before asking, “So, what’s your game plan now?” She quickly added, “I mean, with you and Idris. Aunt Deb mentioned you’re going for divorce.”

My game plan, huh?

I pondered for a moment, then smiled softly. “We’re heading in different directions, but…”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “But what?”

Her face was practically screaming with curiosity, and I could not resist tapping her forehead lightly. ” The thing is, Idris hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet. The Youngs have been dealing with some drama lately, and they’re looking to cut ties with him for good. Looks like it’s gonna take a while.”

things up?” she asked, her gaze drifting to the pastries the server had just placed on our table. They were so artfully made. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

something happened to Madam Young?” That was supposed to be family–only info. It should

her mouth and said, a bit muffled, “Mr. Young mentioned he was heading back home, so

of suspicion in my eyes. Then it clicked.

words garbled by the sweet treat. She pushed a plate of the gorgeous pastries toward me. “Try one, they’re really

sweet tooth, and Idris had already treated me to a feast this morning, so I was still stuffed. I ignored

him for helping me out. I made sure to express my gratitude. This morning, after I posted an article, I shared it. He must’ve seen it because

story, I just nodded. I did not dwell on it too much–Liam had saved her life, after all. It was only natural to check

I mulled over the new project involving the leather bags, Sweety’s dad came to mind. I turned to her and asked, “How’s Mr. Taters doing? Still in

clear her taste buds and nodded. ” Yeah, he’s doing well. He even mentioned you

“I’ll swing by once I wrap up a few

her snacking and looked at me curiously. “What’s

project. She pondered for a moment and then said, “I know the folks running those Avaloria projects. I’ll talk to my dad

thanked her. “That’d