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.

brow creasing ever so slightly, something flickering

to ask. “Do you have beef with

looked back at me, his

Why the cold stares just now? He even said he would come with me to meet Charlie. How were we supposed to do that now

not end up throwing

I trailed off, Idris’s lips quirked up in a half–smile. “It’s just… his eyes. They remind

way? Idris rarely spoke badly of people he did

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 took a beat and noticed that we were drawing looks from people going in and out of

drop–dead gorgeous

distraction, I said, “It’s late. We

a nod

nagging feeling he was a

after drinking, so it was up to me

Mood for Something

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look. “Where are you sleeping these days?” Ever since the divorce, I had not kept tabs

massaging his forehead like he was

the engine, and we