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.

ever so slightly, something flickering across his face.

to ask. “Do you

back at me, his dark eyes steady. “Nope.”

even said he would come with me to

would not end up

trailed off, Idris’s lips quirked up in a half–smile. “It’s just… his eyes. They remind me of something. And not in a good

rarely spoke badly of people he did

not get a bad vibe from him like Idris did. I took a beat and noticed that we were drawing looks

it was his drop–dead gorgeous looks that

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

gave me a nod and a sort of

I had this nagging feeling he was a bit

it was up to me to drop him

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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

back and massaging his forehead like he was

acknowledged with a grunt, fired up the engine, and we made a beeline for Clearwater Residence.