Facade of Love

Chapter 347 His Birthday

I took a deep breath, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me. I had no clue today was Charlie’s birthday. He had hinted at wanting to grab dinner together tonight, but I had my hesitations and suggested we should hang out some other time instead.

He must have wanted me to join his birthday celebration. Regrettably, I just brushed him off.

As I stayed quiet, Inch’s voice broke through the silence on the other end of the line.” Something’s off with Sir today. His old caretakers say he has never been one for birthdays. But today, he had a cake made, just stared at it for a while, and then, without taking a single bite, he headed outside to watch the snow. He’s been out there for over two hours now, Ms. Scott. I’m at a loss for who to call. Lately, I’ve noticed he really enjoys your company. He sees you as a true friend. Could you talk to him? His well–being is at stake.”

I paused for a moment before responding, “Okay, I got it.”

Inch thanked me and hung up after hearing my answer.

I did not immediately call Charlie back. He had tried to reach out earlier, probably feeling down and wanting to chat, but I missed the signs, so he ended the call.

Calling him now would make it too obvious that Inch had filled me in.

Charlie had his pride. Knowing that Inch had shared this with me, he might not want to hear anything I would have to say.

it over and decided to change my outfit

hour later.

Charlie’s villa as I pulled up. I parked and walked up to the gate,

quickly giving way to a warm smile. “Ms. Scott, what are you

air and grinned, “I’m here to party it up for Mr. Yates’s birthday with you guys. What’s up? Don’t

me pass

wonderland, with only the stone path cleared, making the rest of the yard look like a fluffy, snow–covered scene straight out of a storybook.

,

in the pavilion, taking in the snowy view. He was parked in his wheelchair, a white blanket thrown over

looker, with his stylishly messy hair falling just right over his forehead. I trailed behind Inch, catching only a glimpse of Charlie’s sharp profile and the cool vibe he gave

was on his mind, but his handsome face had this far–off look, and his eyes… were kind of empty, like he was carrying around a

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for ages, and he’s not letting anyone

up to the pavilion. I had not made it far when a biting voice cut through the silence,