Facade of Love

Chapter 241 I Don’t Care

I froze for a second, my gaze instinctively shot to Idris.

Idris’s brow creased as he shook his head, silently telling me to lie.

I could not figure out why Charlie would bring this up now. I managed to say, “No, I’m at the station, helping the cops look for Noah’s body.”

The lie left my mouth feeling like a desert, so I grabbed a water cup and took a quick sip.

Charlie did not press me further. Instead, he dropped a bombshell. “On the cliff face across from Island in the Lake.”

It took a moment for it to sink in–he meant Noah’s body. Idris did not hesitate, snatching the phone from my hand and ending the call.

“Come on,” he urged, pulling me along.

I was still reeling when we stepped outside and ran into Officer Jackson. Idris did not waste a moment. “Noah’s body is on the cliff face across from Island in the Lake. Get someone there now to recover it.”

Officer Jackson gave a quick nod and, without another word, headed to Island in the Lake.

Charlie had dumped Noah at Island in the Lake!

away, but I was rooted to the

just walk

was still under suspicion.

a sigh of resignation. “Don’t worry, I’ve cleared it with the station. You’re free to go.

police station without waiting

reply.

me to a nearby diner and we grabbed a booth. The menu was a blur as he ordered us some grub. I was still reeling, lost in my own world, when he broke the silence, “Hey, don’t sweat it. Once they find the body, everything will fall into

just nodded, his eyes

know? And you’re still on my side?” I wanted to ask if it did not sting knowing Moore was a

mind, his brow furrowing and his voice firm. “The moment I realized she was

bit my lip, a twinge of guilt hitting me.

playful glint in his eyes. “So, it bothers you that

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me. He just smirked, his silence speaking volumes, and I could

subject, pushing my food around on the plate. My stomach was in knots, and honestly, my head was too full of worries to eat. Idris caught on, his frown a mix of concern and admonishment. “Don’t waste food.” I shot him a look. “You are the one who ordered

“Alright, I’ll eat. But

voice, an unusual tenderness to it.

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