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

the number of guests

parked, a valet from the restaurant approached to take my car keys and park my car. A waitress in a tight dress gracefully came out to

elegance and subtle luxury. Standing outside the private

room,

a uniform elegantly knocked thrice on the door, and a deep voice from inside said, “Come in.”

making a gesture for me to enter, she gently opened

I found the place’s layout quite unique. I had dined in upscale restaurants before, but

was special.

eye was a finely

the rest of the room was obscured. I paused briefly, then called out, “Inch?”

come to the wrong place. I hesitated on whether I should have

male voice

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hello.”

was not

“Yes, it’s me. Are you Inch’s friend?”

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

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I was puzzled, but still, I walked past the screen. On the other 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 was evidently prepared