Facade of Love

Chapter 361 The Flowers of Tully City are Gorgeous

Liam frowned, gave Sweety a fleeting look, and nodded at me, his expression unreadable. “Got it,” he muttered.

He handed Sweety her phone back with a steady voice, “Ms. Taters, hang onto your phone.”

As she took her phone, tears welled up in Sweety’s eyes, her gaze lingering on Liam as he walked away.

I tried to keep my feelings in check as I turned to her. “Sweety, remember our English teacher from six years back, the one who used to find us clients? You remember what happened to her, right?”

She looked away, a mix of defiance and hurt in her eyes. “Don’t compare me to her. I’m not trying to wreck his marriage. I just… I just want to see him, that’s all. I’m not the other woman.

I was on the verge of a breakdown. “He is married, you know. Even a few extra glances is a mistake for both of you. Love is not wrong, but it’s meant to heal, not harm. He’s taken, and you’re single. We’ve been taught about decency since we were kids. Did you forget all that?”

“Enough!” She screamed at me, her voice so loud that it turned heads all around us. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shot back, “So I’m shameless, big deal! Do you want me to end up like that English teacher, hated and insulted by everyone, until she jumped off a building? Is that what you would prefer, for me to be dead?”

I felt a lump in my throat and shook my head. “You know that’s not what I am saying.” Our sixth–grade English teacher had an affair, got outed by the wife, and was shamed by everyone at school until she could no longer bear it and took her own life.

Sweety and I saw the aftermath: her body destroyed on the pavement. After that, Sweety swore she would never get involved with a married man, saying it would be the death of her.

own rule, turning into the very person she used

worse than dirt to you. If that’s how

the bustling night market

Emily’s voice snapped me out of my daze. She looked at me,

my confusion and asked, “Emily, where did you

to the river for a bit. When I turned around to find you, you were gone.

nod, guilt creeping up inside. I was torn about whether to spill the beans

her and ventured, “Emily, you looked

second. “No… no, who would I be looking for? Why do you ask

of Tully City are

sudden?”

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been scanning the crowd non–stop. It was obvious to anyone who was paying attention that she was on the lookout for someone. At first, I was

out on it and

she did not want to open up, I was

as I drifted towards mine. Reaching my door, I stopped short–a bunch of pink hibiscuses hung from the doorknob. They were gorgeous,