Facade of Love

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 He Investigated

Looking at Sweety’s hesitant expression, I calmly asked, “Forced to work in a red–light district as a prostitute, you mean?”

She nodded cautiously. “I don’t mean to dig into your old wounds, but I really want to know why you’ve never talked about what happened during those six months after you returned.”

I pursed my l*ps. Thoughts about the past resurfaced, all tinged with a chill. Looking at Sweety, I said, “It’s getting late, and I still have work to do.”

Seeing that I was not willing to talk, she pouted and grumbled. “Kicking me out again, huh? If I hadn’t been so bored at home, I wouldn’t have bothered bringing you lunch.”

Despite her whiny tone, she pointed at the remaining food in the lunch box with a serious expression and said, “Finish it, or don’t expect me to make you lunch again.”

I smiled, nodded, and dug into the remaining food.

In the evening.

After dinner with Sweety, it was already dark when I returned to Clearwater Residence.

The lights in the villa’s hall were off. Assuming Idris was not back, I planned to go to the study to read for a while to get myself sleepy.

Outside the study, I saw the door ajar, so I stopped in my tracks. Was he back?

“Mr. Young, I’ve gotten some information on what happened five years ago. It seems Mrs. Young was

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It was the voice of Ensio Candor, Idris‘ assistant.

Were they discussing something in the study? NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

I had never gotten into the habit of eavesdropping, so I turned to leave, but Ensio’s voice continued/” Mrs. Young’s past isn’t very respectable. If Madam finds out, you…

My brows furrowed. The ‘Mrs. Young‘ Ensio had referred to was obviously me.

It was about matters from five years ago!

Idris had asked someone to look into what happened five years ago…

I paused and took a deep breath. Had he heard what Moore said today at the hospital?

“If you’d like a divorce, Mr. Young, I’m more than willing whenever you’re ready.” I pushed the door

open and faced the two slightly surprised men in the study.

“Mrs. Young…” Ensio looked a little startled.

Idris, however, was unnaturally calm. He glanced at Ensio and said, “You’re dismissed.”

Ensio looked at me, hesitated for a few seconds, then respectfully left the room.

Now it was just Idris and me in the study. The atmosphere was eerily quiet. He was holding some documents in his hand, and after a long pause, he finally looked at me. His face was impassive, betraying no emotion. “Is the scar from five years ago?”

I was taken aback. Was that not an unrelated question? I still nodded. “Yes.”

He stood up, his eyes sweeping over me, then abruptly switched topics. “Apologize to Moore

tomorrow.”

Apologize?

It only took me a few seconds to realize what was going on. He had seen what I did to Moore at the hospital today and did not react at all. Instead, he went with me to see Kane. Now, he was waiting for me here?

He had had Ensio investigate what happened five years ago to verify Moore’s nonsense?

I looked at the man who stood half a head taller than me and sneered. I looked directly into his dark

and asked, “Apologize? On what grounds, Mr. Young? Are you speaking as my husband or as

Moore’s lover?”

eyes,

After saying this, I picked up the documents he had placed on the table, skimmed through them quickly, and found them to be consistent with the false accusations Moore had made against me at the hospital.

With a snort, I tossed the papers into the trash can. “Is this all you could find, Mr. Young?”

“Yvette!” Idris suppressed his anger, his eyes narrowing. “Who the hell spoiled you into being so arrogant and unreasonable?”

He was swearing now, so he must be really angry.

I chuckled coldly and said, “I’ve got too many flaws. To minimize your losses, Mr. Young, why don’t

you

draft the divorce papers soon? We’ll sign it, then we can part ways amicably.”

I turned to leave, but after only a few steps, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me into his arms. Holding the back of my head, he forced me to look into his eyes. His voice was both angry and restrained. “Yvette, do you really want a divorce?”

I chuckled coldly. “Isn’t that what you wanted? What, you’re pinning the blame on me now for giving your affair my blessing?”

Perhaps due to anger, his eyes narrowed, and he said gloomily, “You’ve quite the sharp tongue. I think you need to be taught a lesson.” As he spoke, he pulled me tightly into his arms, and a flood of k*sses came sweeping over me.