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.

was the end of the world? We had been married for two years. We had been through the whole ‘you may now kiss the bride‘ and then some. Why the big deal over a little

turned into Mr.

thought almost made me giggle, and I felt a whole lot lighter. After freshening up and slipping into something less pajama–like, I headed

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

a ghost of a smile on his face.

chair across from him, taking a deep breath. With the year winding down,

mess. Having him stick around and put his life on 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

together. “It’s no big

waste his time and energy on my problems, and I definitely did not want to drag him down with me. “Idris, this is my battle,” I

left the rest unsaid, but he got the message. His hand froze, milk glass halfway to his lips. He

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did not get involved. The cops are keeping

braced for a blow–up. Instead of reacting as I expected, he said quietly,” This isn’t about

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

a storm of worry

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