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.

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

there so long, you must be dying for something sweet,” Charlie cut me off before I could

hand and began to lead me away that I realized what was happening.

soon shifted to Idris, narrowing slightly. “Something else,

His good looks were marred only by the faintest trace of annoyance as he faced Charlie. “Where are you planning to take my

shot up, and a smirk played on his lips. “Wife? You’re kidding, right, Mr. Young? The whole world knows about your divorce from

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

the Youngs throw her to the wolves when trouble came

they might as well have been shouted. The reporters, hungry

with unspoken

of the refined gentleman, all poise and grace. However, that

perfect, right?

these two went at it here and now,

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