Facade of Love

Chapter 193 Trouble with his legs?

The guy looked older by his build, and it was clear he had trouble with his legs.

I thought back to the guy I had been chatting with in the private room, hidden behind a screen. Was that Inch’s buddy, Charlie Yates? He said he could not come out to greet me because of his legs, right?

Why did any of that matter to me? He did not show his face, but still agreed to meet and hear my thanks. If Inch was here, why didn’t he join us for the meal?

“Madam, what’s up?” Ensio caught my stare and checked in.

I shook my head, “It’s nothing,” I said.

Ensio revved the engine, and we left the restaurant behind.

In the rearview mirror, I watched Inch help the man into the car. I could not catch what they said, but Inch was all nods and respectful before he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Watching them, I frowned. This felt oddly familiar, like watching Idris and Ensio together.

Inch had said they were just friends, but this looked more like boss and worker.

all, they had helped me. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and pretended to doze off, but inside, I was still

brief pause, I finally broke the silence and asked Ensio, “Mr.

figure out if the evening’s drama was going to mess with things for

the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and replied with a serious tone, No project talk. Mr. Zanier just asked Mr. Young out to dinner and said it was

and government say they’re just reminiscing, you know there’s more

of Lake City’s getting shipped off to Capital City for a new gig. Lately, a bunch of Lake City folks have

deal, not

it was a domino effect. Jack’s meet–up with Idris was clearly more than

earlier, not daring to lay a finger on me. He was playing a more

Trouble with his

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took a deep breath and stared blankly out the window, my mind a whirlwind. Idris stepping in earlier… was he looking out

Maxwell were still back in Lorrell, and my place felt way too quiet. So, I asked

drifting from the bedroom–it sounded like someone was on a phone call. I sl*pped off my shoes and

gentle murmur, “I’m okay,

flopped onto the bed, curiosity piqued. Could she be dating someone? She whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, and gasped, “When did you sneak in? You’re like a ghost. I didn’t even