Facade of Love

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.

strained smile, “Thanks for the flowers, Mr.

waiting for you. You’ve been in there so long, you must be dying for something sweet,” Charlie cut me off before I could finish, his perfect face paired with a smile so charming I was lost in it for a second.

to lead me away that I realized what was happening. As we walked past Idris, he grabbed my other wrist, jolting me back

eyes soon shifted to Idris, narrowing slightly. “Something else, Mr. Young?” he asked with a hint of challenge.

were marred only by the faintest trace of annoyance as

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

However, he kept his cool. “That’s none of your business.”

paused dramatically before delivering his punchline. ‘Or did the Youngs throw her to the wolves when trouble came knocking, afraid she would Irag you down? But

the quiet expanse of the police station ntrance, they might as well have been shouted. The reporters, hungry

unspoken threats.

I had learned the hard truth: Idris was not exactly Mr. Nice Guy. Sure, he could play the part of the refined gentleman, all poise and grace. However, that did not

perfect, right?

raced as I watched Idris lock eyes with Charlie, who was smirking like he owned the place. If these two went at it here and now, we would be the talk of

Jackson!” It was deep, controlled, and impossible to read. I stopped mid–sentence,