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.

Charlie, I managed a strained smile, “Thanks for the

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

was not until he took my hand and began to lead me away that I realized what was happening. As we walked past Idris, he grabbed my other wrist, jolting me back to the present, stuck

my ground, and Charlie glanced back at me. His eyes soon shifted to Idris, narrowing slightly. “Something else, Mr. Young?” he asked with a hint of

were marred only by the

whole world knows about

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

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 she would Irag you down? But now that the coast is clear, you suddenly remember she is your wife?” He let out a snide

ntrance, they might as well have been shouted. The reporters, hungry for a scoop that would et social media on fire, hung on

unspoken

our marriage, I had learned the hard truth: Idris was not exactly Mr. Nice Guy. Sure, he could play the part of

was perfect,

Charlie, who was smirking like he owned the place. If these two went at it here and now,

cut through the tension, “Officer Jackson!” It was