Facade of Love

Chapter 189 Charlie Yates

Was Idris… giving me an explanation?

Realizing this, I calmed my somewhat chaotic breathing, casually acknowledged him with an ‘oh!‘, and then broke free from his grasp, quickly leaving without heeding his calls from behind.

He did not care about Moore’s life or death? Did not care what I would do to Moore?

Leaving the hospital, my doubts only deepened. For five years, did he really have no feelings for Moore beyond a sense of obligation?

Honestly, this version of Idris felt somewhat foreign to me. His ability to turn his back so decisively

was very… surprising.

Unable to untangle his and Moore’s messy relationship, I shook my head, deciding not to dwell on it.

As long as he did not interfere, Moore would have to spend five or six years in prison, which would be a form of revenge for the torment I had endured over the years.

Feeling good about having resolved this matter, I drove back to Azure Bay, planning to change clothes for dinner with Inch and his friend later that evening.

The night in Lake City was brightly lit and bustling. I drove through the noisy streets to a quiet

restaurant, following the address Inch had given me. It appeared tranquil due to its high–end luxury

number of guests there.

soon as I parked, a valet from the restaurant approached to take my car keys and park my car. A waitress in a tight

restaurant exuded an aura of classic elegance and subtle

room,

a uniform elegantly knocked thrice on the door, and a deep voice

gesture for me to enter, she gently

place’s layout quite unique. I had dined in upscale restaurants before, but I had not expected this one to be so

it was

tables and dining areas upon entry, the first thing that caught my eye was a finely crafted hollowed–out screen with gold thread engravings. It was

of the room was obscured. I paused briefly, then called out, “Inch?” He was younger than me, so this seemed the most appropriate way to address him.

for a few seconds, I wondered if I had come to the wrong place. I hesitated on whether I should have called

a moment, a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from behind

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hello.”

voice… was not

me.

hoarse as he said, “I can’t come out

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side was a delicately styled dining table, not large, just enough for two people. A man was already seated on the opposite side, the one who had just spoken. The empty seat, which