Facade of Love

Chatper 269

Chapter 269 A Hair–Trigger Moment

Why were reporters here?

Charlie handed me a bouquet, and the scent of flowers I had not smelled in ages lifted spirits. I had always loved flowers. Teir fragrance always made me happy.

my

The fact that I could not remember ever sharing my love for flowers with anyone puzzled me. Without overthinking it, I faced Charlie and asked, “Mr. Yates, what are you doing here?” Charlie, oblivious to anyone else, gave me a grin that could light up the room, “I’m here to pick you up and take you out for a treat.”

I could not help but sneak a peek at Idris, who was standing off to the side, his expression stormy with obvious annoyance.

A headache was starting to brew. Had these two planned this?

With reporters snapping photos outside, and my ex–husband and….

Charlie’s actions were bound to stir up rumors, especially among the wildly imaginative netizens.

smile, “Thanks for the flowers, Mr.

there so long, you must be dying for something sweet,” Charlie cut me off before I could finish, his perfect face paired

what was happening. As we walked past Idris, he grabbed

soon shifted to Idris, narrowing slightly.

only by the

lips. “Wife? You’re kidding, right, Mr. Young? The whole world knows about your divorce from Ms. Scott. It was all over the news.

his

type to push his luck. He stared down Idris, unafraid. “What’s the matter? Did Ms. Scott leave you on her own? Or…” He paused dramatically before delivering his punchline. ‘Or did the Youngs throw her to the wolves when trouble came knocking, afraid

biting words hung in the air, not loud but in the quiet expanse of the police station ntrance, they might as well have been shouted. The reporters, hungry for a scoop that would et social

unspoken threats.

was not exactly Mr. Nice Guy. Sure, he could play the part of the refined gentleman, all poise and grace. However, that did not mean he did not have a scary side hidden beneath

was perfect, right?

who was smirking like he owned the place. If these two went at it here and now, we would be the talk of the town–and not in a

voice cut through the tension, “Officer Jackson!” It was deep, controlled, and impossible to read. I stopped mid–sentence, puzzled, turning

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