Facade of Love

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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

an hour later.

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

way to a warm smile. “Ms. Scott, what are you doing here?”

waved a bunch of colorful lollipops in the air and grinned, “I’m here to party it up for Mr. Yates’s birthday with you guys. What’s up? Don’t tell me

me pass and ushered me into Charlie’s sprawling villa

thick layer of snow all day, and Charlie’s place was no different. The courtyard was a winter wonderland, with only the stone path cleared, making the rest

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

a 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

handsome face had this far–off look, and his eyes… were

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himself for ages, and he’s not letting anyone close. You can try,” Inch whispered, stopping just outside the

pavilion. I had not made it far when a biting voice cut

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