Facade of Love

Chapter 185 Moore’s Only Path Was Suicide

After speaking, Inch adjusted the bags in his hand. Obviously, carrying them for a long time had been somewhat strenuous.

Seeing this, I did not prolong the conversation and nodded in agreement before parting ways with him.

Back at the apartment, Sweety was still holding her phone with a silly smile on her face. Hearing some noise, she looked up at me and said, “What did you buy? Why did it take so long? I thought you decided to give up on me.‘

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I put the things I bought into the kitchen and returned to the living room with a glass of water, telling her, “I ran into a friend on the way, and we chatted for a bit.”

“A friend? Do I know them?” she asked curiously, looking up at me.

“You don’t know him, but he also lives in your complex. I think in Building 65,” I casually replied as I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking.

Sweety tilted her head, suddenly interested. “Building 65? What kind of friend is this that I don’t

know? A rich heir?”

to cook pasta, and casually said, “Just an ordinary person,

met not

and this is the city center. Every inch of land here

Thinking back to his words, it seemed he had just moved there, meaning he had only

remembered the lavish villa he took me to when I was unconscious. That villa was extravagant and luxurious, something Maxwell also said

own.

to Macamer to sell himself for money, and his mother’s attire and demeanor did not seem to match that of a wealthy person. All signs indicated that Inch was not from a wealthy

some heir.

to give a friend a house

willing to spend lavishly on his friends–Inch’s friend was indeed someone to be curious

and cooking with Sweety, the conversation naturally branched out into various topics since we had not caught up in a while.

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his thirties, right? I heard he only had a daughter and didn’t have any more children after that. You were married to Idris for two years and finally got pregnant, but then you lost the

you start gossiping about the Youngs? Besides, weren’t you the one who always despised talking about having children? Especially regarding continuing the family line, you used to call such thoughts corrupt. Why are you gossiping about

with her mouth full of orange as she mumbled, “I’m just

your curiosity. It’s time to eat,” I said, finishing the last dish