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.

go, his brow creasing ever so slightly, something flickering across

you have beef with

me, his dark eyes steady.

just now? He even said he would come with me to meet

sure hoped they would not

a half–smile. “It’s just… his eyes. They remind me

Idris rarely spoke badly of people he did not know

scrunched my forehead, trying to figure out why Charlie’s eyes seemed so familiar to me too, though I did not get a bad vibe from him like Idris did. I

drop–dead

off the distraction, I said, “It’s late. We should head out.”

just gave me a nod and a sort of spaced–out,

enough, but I had this nagging feeling he was a bit

after drinking, so it was

the Mood for

2/2

Ever since the divorce, I had not kept tabs on him, so I was

back and massaging his forehead like

up the engine, and we made a beeline