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

my car. A waitress in a tight dress gracefully came out to greet me and

restaurant exuded an aura of classic elegance and subtle

room,

uniform elegantly knocked thrice on the door, and a deep

for me to enter, she gently opened the

in upscale restaurants before, but I had not expected this one to be so distinctive.

was special.

eye was a finely crafted hollowed–out screen with gold thread engravings. It

room was obscured. I paused briefly, then called out, “Inch?” He was younger than me, so

I wondered if I had come to the wrong place. I hesitated on whether I

slightly hoarse male voice came from behind the screen, “Ms. Scott,

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hello.”

voice… was not Inch’s.

replied, “Yes, it’s me. Are

voice remained somewhat hoarse as he said, “I can’t come out to greet you, but please, come in and have

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styled dining table, not large, just enough for two people. A man was already seated on the opposite side,