Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 373 What If It Matters to Me?

It was not a question, just a statement of fact. When he said this, his gaze turned cold as he glanced at Inch. Inch seemed somewhat panicked, opening his mouth as if to say something but then hesitating.

Watching the subtle interaction between the two of them, I paused for a moment, and my mind could not help but go back to Sweety, who had just left. I was talking to her for so long, and she had not even asked how I got hurt. In the past, she would have grabbed me and bombarded me with questions about how I got this injury.

I could not help but feel disappointed, and my mood dimmed slightly.

Before Sweety arrived, I had ordered a variety of dishes that she liked, expecting her to join me. Unfortunately, she left without even taking a single bite though the waitstaff had already served all the dishes. There were too many dishes for me to finish alone. I looked at Inch and Charlie and said, "Have you guys had dinner? I originally made plans with a friend, but she left, so it's just me now. There's so much food here, so if you haven't eaten, please join me."

Charlie remained silent while Inch spoke up, "I have something to attend to later, but Mr. Yates hasn't eaten yet. You two go ahead. I'll go take care of some things first."

With that, he pushed Charlie to sit across from me. He smiled and quickly left without giving me a chance to say much.

As I watched him leave, I could not help but chuckle, "Inch seems quite busy, huh?"

Charlie did not respond to my comment. Instead, he looked at me and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He was referring to the injury on my face. I shook my head and smiled lightly, "Just a minor scrape. It'll be fine after a few days of rest. The doctor said once it heals and the scab forms, it won't be a problem anymore. It's just that it might leave a scar." At this point, I pretended to sigh and said, "You know what? Why does it have to be on my face? If it leaves a scar, I'll become a freak. I hope you won't find me ugly and stop being my friend in the future."

He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "You're not ugly, and it won't leave a scar."

Seeing his serious and sincere demeanor, I could not help but chuckle and said, "I'm just teasing you. It's just a minor injury, so how could it possibly leave a scar?"

With that, I passed him the utensils. After a day of chaos, scares, and frustration, I was famished and needed a satisfying meal.

Seeing me eating with gusto, he also quietly started eating. I did not tell him about what happened during the day. Firstly, he had come out here for a vacation, and the matter had nothing to do with him. Secondly, telling him would only add another unpleasant thing to his day, so I decided not to mention it.

I felt much more satisfied now that I had food in my belly. As I looked at Charlie, who was calmly eating in front of me, I could not help but think to myself that this guy was incredibly good-looking. He had a handsome and innocent appearance, mixed with a hint of subtly devilish charm. How could one person exude two completely different vibes ? It was really strange.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, he raised his eyes to look at me. His black eyes landed on me as he arched an eyebrow slightly. "What's wrong?"

I smiled lightly, propping my chin with my hand. "Charlie, you're a bit peculiar."

His face stiffened for a few seconds. Then, he looked at me and asked, "Peculiar?"

I nodded and could not help but laugh. "I always see two completely different auras around you, complex yet harmonious. I can't quite describe it."

He looked at me, his expression currently devoid of emotions and rather serious. "You don't like it?"

I shook my head. "Not at all, I was just saying. Everyone has different characteristics, after all. As long as it doesn't harm others, it's something that makes everyone unique and belongs to them alone. Other people's opinions don't matter."

"What if it matters to me?" He looked at me with deep, almost devouring black eyes tinged with a hint of playfulness.

I was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to his statement. I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In less than a moment, he burst into laughter. The seriousness in his brows and eyes vanished, now replaced by a warm and friendly demeanor. "Are you full? It's getting late. We should head back."

I glanced outside, and indeed, it was already dark. Tully City's night had fallen, and it was already getting quite late.

I nodded and stood up to prepare to pay the bill, but he stopped me. "Inch has already settled the bill."

Hearing him say this, I felt a bit embarrassed. It was I who invited him for dinner, yet he was the one who paid. However, if I kept insisting on paying him back, it would seem calculative.

Looking at him, I smiled and said, "It looks like Inch won't be able to come to pick you up anytime soon. How about I accompany you back to the hotel? It's not far from here. We can walk back together and enjoy the Tully City night along the way. What do you think?"

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