Facade of Love

Chapter 362 Charlie’s Here Too
In a flash, before I could even close the app, someone had already hit ‘like‘ on my post. Surprised, I figured it was a misclick, but
when I checked, it was Idris.
When did he start using social media so late at night?
I remembered he was not a fan of social media and usually did not have them installed on his phone. Why the sudden like?
Weird as it was, I was not nosy enough to ask.
After a long, exhausting day, I was tired.
I hit the bed and was out like a light in no time.
The next morning.
Early to bed, early to rise. I woke up, pulled back the curtains, and let the cozy sunlight flood the room, instantly lifting my spirits.
It had been dark when I got here yesterday, but now, in the daylight, the sky was a clear blue, not the foggy haze of Lake City. It
was an endless, vibrant blue, a stark contrast to Lake City’s barren trees and scattered leaves. Here, it was like stepping into
another realm, with lush trees and wildflowers everywhere.
Each city really did have its own vibe.
After zoning out at the window for a bit, I headed down for breakfast.

Madam Young was not around much. However, I bumped into her and Emily in the dining room. They spotted me and waved me
over with warm smiles, and I happily joined them.
After we settled into our seats, she casually checked in on me, wondering if I had gotten a good night’s sleep and if I was up for
exploring later.
I was still getting my bearings in this new place, but Emily chimed in with a suggestion to hit the botanical garden. She explained
that while most cities start to look a bit gloomy this time of year, Tully City was an exception. Thanks to its warm climate, the
greenery here thrived all year round, never changing with the seasons.
I agreed, and Madam Young was on board too.
Before long, the Young brothers showed up. Idris was all bright–eyed, obviously having slept well last night. Liam, on the other
hand, had dark shadows under his eyes that screamed that he had a bad night.
He caught my eye and managed a stiff nod. I shot him a quick, sympathetic smile in return.
We did not dive into chitchat. Instead, I found myself watching Emily as she peeled shrimp for Ash, not even glancing Liam’s
way. There appeared to have been some drama there the night before.
“Shrimp?” Idris’s voice pulled me back, his eyes flicking to the shrimp I had been eyeing in Ash’s bowl.
Caught off guard, I did not even get a chance to say no before a peeled shrimp landed on my
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plate. That little surprise turned heads our way.

I mean, it was not every day Idris showed this kind of affection. We had been married for a couple of years, and we were always
pretty formal with each other, especially in front of others. This shrimp thing was out of the ordinary for us.
The Youngs did not make a big deal out of it, despite it being unusual. They just gave us a quick look and went back to their
food, all hush–hush.
Feeling a tad awkward and out of words, I just focused on the shrimp Idris had peeled for me, while he seemed totally oblivious
to the sudden spotlight and kept on with his shrimp peeling.
After gobbling up five shrimps in quick succession, I worried I would be too full to eat anything else. I glanced over at him and
blurted out, “I’m full.”
Idris gave a brief pause, nodded subtly, and asked, “What’s on your mind to eat?”
Before I could even muster a word, a familiar voice called out, “Yvette.”
Could it be... Charlie?
As I hesitated, my gaze followed the voice. There he was. Charlie was looking sharp in a crisp white shirt, still in his wheelchair,
his hair styled to perfection. He and Idris were both drop- dead gorgeous but in different ways. Idris had this regal, elegant vibe
with an undercurrent of strength, while Charlie’s cool, gentle demeanor had a touch of roguish charm. Both were stunning in their
own right.
While I was still processing, Charlie had been wheeled over by Inch. The Youngs did not seem to know him, eyeing him with
curiosity. Charlie was at ease despite the situation, warmly greeting everyone. Turning to me, he asked, “Yvette, are these all
your pals?”
He was referring to the Youngs.
I nodded, feeling a weird tension in the air.
It was especially palpable when Idris and Charlie locked eyes.
It felt like the restaurant’s temperature had just plummeted.
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Madam Young, being the gracious elder she was, seemed oblivious to the frosty exchange. She cheerfully invited Charlie to sit
and have breakfast with us.