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.

“Thanks

something sweet,” Charlie cut me off before I

was happening. As we walked past Idris, he grabbed my other

Charlie glanced back at me. His eyes soon shifted to Idris, narrowing

now, was the epitome of calm indifference. His good looks were marred only by the faintest trace of annoyance as he faced

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

deepened. However, he kept his

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

as well have been shouted. The reporters, hungry for a

with unspoken

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

perfect,

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

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