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.

into the very

with hurt. “Fine, I’m worse than dirt to you. If that’s how it is, then stay out of my business. I’ve got to

word, disappearing into the bustling night market

me out of my daze. She looked at me, her face the picture of serenity, as if

and asked, “Emily, where did you go?”

you were gone. Sorry about that.

small nod, guilt creeping up inside. I was torn about whether to spill the beans to her on the scene I had stumbled

with her and ventured, “Emily, you looked like you were searching for someone earlier. Did

froze for a split second. “No… no, who would I be

of Tully City are

sudden?”

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to anyone who was paying attention that she was on the lookout for someone.

to call her out on it and just nodded and suggested, “Let’s head back.”

her and Liam, it was not my place to meddle. In the event that she did not want to open up, I was not going to force

wave of sadness as I drifted towards mine. Reaching my door, I stopped short–a bunch of pink hibiscuses hung from the doorknob. They were gorgeous, wrapped up fancily. I hesitated, wondering if I had the wrong