Facade of Love

Chapter 207 In the Mood for Something Sweet

That comment should’ve been no big deal, but it left me feeling a bit off. I could not quite figure out why, so I just smiled and let the conversation drop.

I was just trying to figure out if I should scramble for another conversation starter when Inch emerged from the bathroom. No one was with him, so I quickly asked, “Everything’s okay with Idris, right?”

Inch gave a nod. Before he could say anything, Idris appeared, looking as chill as ever with those sharp, clear eyes of his.

I could not help but go over and check on him. “You good?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, his gaze shifting to Charlie, who was sitting in his wheelchair. The two guys locked eyes–one towering over the other, and the other coolly looking up. It was like an epic standoff where neither would back down.

The vibe was kind of tense, so I bit my lip and reached to give Idris’s sleeve a little tug. I was about to make introductions, but then it hit me–they probably knew of each other already. Plus, Idris and I were no longer a thing, so it felt weird trying to play the middleman.

As I was mulling it over, Charlie suddenly said, “Ms. Scott, your buddy’s here, so we’ll head out. Let’s catch up some other time.”

I nodded and shot Inch a look, and he gave me a reassuring smile before wheeling Charlie

away.

them go, his brow creasing ever so slightly, something flickering across his face.

ask. “Do you have

back at me, his

even said he would come with me to meet Charlie. How were we

hoped they would not

up in a half–smile. “It’s just… his eyes. They remind me of something. And not in

badly of people he did not

Charlie’s eyes seemed so familiar to me too, though I did not get a bad vibe from him like Idris did. I took a beat and noticed that we were drawing looks from people going in and out of the restroom–especially the ladies. They could not help but give

his drop–dead gorgeous

off the distraction, I said, “It’s late.

not argue. He just gave me a nod and a sort of spaced–out, “Hmm.”

this nagging feeling he

not let him drive after drinking, so it was up to me

Mood for Something

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the car, I shot him a look. “Where are you sleeping these days?” Ever since the divorce, I had not kept tabs on him, so I was clueless about

mumbled, leaning back and massaging his forehead like he was tired

a grunt, fired up the engine, and we made a beeline