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 he acting like it was the end of the world? We had been married for two years. We had been through the whole ‘you may

had he turned

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

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

stopped, a ghost of a smile on his face. “It’s under control.”

deep breath. With

Noah’s 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 stuff. I didn’t kill anyone, and there’s no way I’m going to end up with

together. “It’s no big deal,” he replied.

want

got the message. His hand froze, milk glass halfway to his lips. He fixed his gaze

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to you, I would rather you did not get involved. The cops are keeping a lid on Noah’s case, and the media is still in the dark, so it shouldn’t touch Young Corporation.”

for a blow–up. Instead of reacting as I expected, he

could finish, Charles burst in, panic written all over his face. “Mr. Young, Madam Young’s coughing up blood.

worry in his

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