Facade of Love

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Chapter 245 Shadowed Steps

Sticking around?

I blinked, my brow furrowing in confusion. “You’re gonna camp out at the police station?”

He nodded again, his face a calm mask, but there was a shadow in his eyes as they slid away from me.

It only hit me later that I had switched into my pajamas before bed last night. I must have been tossing and turning all night because I could not find my jacket and all I had on was a tank top. With the morning rush, I had not bothered to straighten up, and one strap had made a break for it down my arm, leaving me pretty much half–dressed.

Looking kind of… exposed, I realized.

I yanked the covers up to my chin, my cheeks heating up. “You don’t need to bother, really. It’s just some routine investigation stuff, nothing major. You don’t have to go.”

His lips tightened, and he did not argue, just saying, “We’ll talk after breakfast.”

With that, he walked out of the bedroom, all business.

for two years. We had been through the whole ‘you may now kiss the bride‘ and then some. Why the big deal over a

turned into Mr.

me giggle, and I felt a whole lot lighter. After freshening up and slipping into something less

was a fancy affair, courtesy of Mr. Zachary’s orders from some swanky eatery. Idris was at the table, buried in paperwork, the food untouched as if he was waiting for me. He looked up as I came in, shutting his folder. “I’ve got everything handled with the cops… “Isn’t the company swamped right now?” I

smile

settled into my chair across from him, taking a deep breath.

hold for me was not right. I looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll head to the police station myself later. You should get back to your own stuff. I didn’t

no

did not want to drag him down with me. “Idris, this is my battle,” I said,

milk glass halfway to his lips. He fixed his gaze

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beating around the bush. “If it’s all the same to you, I would rather you did not get involved. The cops are keeping a lid on Noah’s case, and

fell, and I braced for a blow–up. Instead of reacting as I expected,

his face. “Mr. Young, Madam Young’s coughing up blood. You need to see

Idris shot up from his chair, a storm of worry in

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