Facade of Love

Chapter 162 I thank you so much, Yvette.

I grunted a yes and asked, “Anything else from Officer Jackson?”

“Nope.”

She was about to say more, but I cut her off, thinking about Madam Young’s recent sketchy moves, Just keep your eyes peeled these next couple of days, okay? Stay safe and try to hit the hay early.”

I ended the call feeling all jumbled up inside.

Maxwell caught the look on my face. “What’s up?” he asked, a crease of worry between his brows.

I just shook my head, wished him a good night, and headed back to my room with my coat in hand.

In bed, I could not stop thinking about Madam Young’s latest antics and Idris having Ensio dig up dirt from five years back. The more I thought, the messier my thoughts got, until everything was a blur.

The next morning, I woke up bleary–eyed from a night of tossing and turning to find a bunch of texts from Moore and missed calls from Ensio on my phone.

I called Ensio back first. He picked up right away, his voice steady as always, “Mrs. Young, got a sec?”

I hummed a yes and asked, “What’s going on?”

beat, “Mr. Young sent me to drop something off for you.

blinked in surprise, slid out of bed, and peered out the window. Sure enough, Ensio’s car was

threw on a jacket,

you woke up. What time did you roll in last night? You’re going to run yourself ragged with these late nights and

need to pick something up,” I answered her and breezed out of

hurried approach and offered an embarrassed smile. “Sorry to

It was already midday; what rest was

Also, there’s some paperwork for the villa at Clearwater Residence. Looks like

Paperwork?

certificate, a bunch of bank cards, and a property deed.

”

actually signed the

the leather bag, I felt a chill run through me. I handed the deed and cards back to Ensio. Mr. Candor, could you please give these back to Idris? And tell him I don’t want the Clearwater Residence villa. Oh, and if he

with a polite firmness, “Mrs. Young, Mr. Young

his weight around like

please

the gentleman, replied, “Mrs. Young, it would be

and I were no longer married, and he did not have to call me Mrs. Young anymore, but

up all the stuff and headed back to the

raised an eyebrow at the leather bag in my arms. “What’s that?”