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.

approached to take my car keys and park my car. A waitress

elegance and subtle luxury. Standing outside the

room,

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

to enter, she gently opened the door and then left.

quite unique. I had dined in upscale restaurants before, but I

it was special.

thing that caught my eye was a finely crafted hollowed–out screen with gold thread engravings.

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

had come to the wrong place. I hesitated on whether I should have called out for Inch

moment, a deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from behind the screen, “Ms. Scott,

189 Charlie

hello.”

voice… was not Inch’s.

“Yes, it’s me. Are you Inch’s

he said, “I can’t come out

2/2

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