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.

must be dying for something sweet,” Charlie cut me off before

he took my hand and began to lead me away that I realized what was happening. As we walked past Idris,

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

silent until now, was the epitome of calm indifference. His good looks were marred only by the faintest trace of annoyance as he faced Charlie. “Where are you planning to take my wife?” he asked coolly.

Young? The whole world knows about your divorce from Ms. Scott. It was all over the news. Surely, that’s still fresh in everyone’s

kept his cool. “That’s none of your

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 chuckle, “The Youngs sure know how to play the game, do

not loud but in the quiet expanse of the police station ntrance, they might as well have been shouted.

unspoken

play the part of the refined gentleman, all poise and grace. However, that did not

was perfect,

owned the place. If these two went at it here and now, we would be the talk of

Yates…” but Idris’s voice cut through the tension, “Officer Jackson!” It was deep, controlled, and impossible

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