Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Moore’s Only Path Was Suicide 

After speaking, Inch adjusted the bags in his hand. Obviously, carrying them for a long time had been somewhat strenuous. 

Seeing this, I did not prolong the conversation and nodded in agreement before parting ways with him. 

Back at the apartment, Sweety was still holding her phone with a silly smile on her face. Hearing some noise, she looked up at me and said, “What did you buy? Why did it take so long? I thought you decided to give up on me.‘ 

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I put the things I bought into the kitchen and returned to the living room with a glass of water, telling her, “I ran into a friend on the way, and we chatted for a bit.” 

“A friend? Do I know them?” she asked curiously, looking up at me. 

“You don’t know him, but he also lives in your complex. I think in Building 65,” I casually replied as I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking. 

Sweety tilted her head, suddenly interested. “Building 65? What kind of friend is this that I don’t 

know? A rich heir?” 

I shook my head, putting the pot on to cook pasta, and casually said, “Just an ordinary person, 

someone I met not long ago.” 

She hobbled to the kitchen doorway, peeling an orange, and said, “Ordinary person? I doubt that. Building 65 is a row of townhouses, and this is the city center. Every inch of land here is worth its weight in gold. Anyone who can afford a townhouse here is hardly an ordinary person.” 

I paused slightly while washing the vegetables. Inch was living in a townhouse? Thinking back to his words, it seemed he had just moved there, meaning he had only recently settled on a house. 

Instinctively, I remembered the lavish villa he took me to when I was unconscious. That villa was extravagant and luxurious, something Maxwell also said was not something normal people could 

own. 

Inch had gone to Macamer to sell himself for money, and his mother’s attire and demeanor did not seem to match that of a wealthy person. All signs indicated that Inch was not from a wealthy family or 

some heir. 

That meant the house must have been financed by his friend. What kind of friend would be so generous as to give a friend a house worth millions? Moreover, it seemed they had not known each other for long, otherwise Inch would not have had to sell himself for money before. 

A recent acquaintance, yet willing to spend lavishly on his friends–Inch’s friend was indeed someone to be curious about. 

While chatting and cooking with Sweety, the conversation naturally branched out into various topics since we had not caught up in a while. 

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Somehow, we started talking about the Youngs, Sweety said, “The Youngs are really strange. Mr. Liam is in his thirties, right? I heard he only had a daughter and didn’t have any more children after that. You were married to Idris for two years and finally got pregnant, but then you lost the baby. Didn’t Madam Young care about it? The Youngs are a wealthy family, and typically, such families want their descendants to flourish and expand the family lineage. Both you and the Young brothers seem so indifferent about it.” 

I smiled lightly and turned to look at her, saying, “Since when did you start gossiping about the Youngs? Besides, weren’t you the one who always despised talking about having children? Especially regarding continuing the family line, you used to call such thoughts corrupt. Why are you gossiping about it now?” 

She pouted and, with her mouth full of orange as she mumbled, “I’m just curious.” 

“Well, put away your curiosity. It’s time to eat,” I said, finishing the last dish and placing it on the plate, ready to serve. 

We stopped talking and she grabbed her utensils. Since she was injured and apparently could not drink, we quietly had our dinner.