Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349 No Scars to Show 

Charlie looked down at the pie, his long lashes casting shadows over the enigmatic expression on his face. As he picked up the fork and started eating with grace, I could not contain my curiosity. 

“How does it taste?” 

His voice was slightly rough as he replied with just two words, “Really good.” 

Even though I knew I could not hold a candle to my mom’s baking, I could not help but beam when he complimented me. “Well, I’ve been eating her food for over twenty years. I might not have baked much myself, but I’ve watched enough to pick up a trick or two.” 

He kept his head down, quietly eating. The guy was a looker, no doubt about it. He was easy on the eyes from any angle. I remembered Inch mentioning Charlie’s car accident and how he had hurt his face. Driven by curiosity, I leaned in a little closer to get a real good look at Charlie’s impeccable face. 

I wondered how someone with an injury did not have any scars to show for it. 

“I…” He suddenly looked up, catching me staring. I was too close to react in time, and our faces accidentally brushed against each other. 

Our eyes locked, and the words he was about to say hung in the air, unspoken. His lips twitched slightly, and a shadow crossed his face. 

Startled, I scooted back to my seat, a touch embarrassed. “What’s up?” I asked. 

He shook his head, his expression a mix of panic and confusion as he looked down again. 

The air felt charged with an awkward tension. I cleared my throat, feeling like I might have crossed a line. Despite this, I could not stop myself from asking, “Mr. Yates, you had an injury to your face, right? Where exactly was it? I can’t even spot a scar.‘ 

” 

The thought of such amazing medical work made me want to ask for his doctor’s number to see if they could do something about the scar on my belly. 

He hesitated, then brushed it off. “It wasn’t a big deal. It’s all healed up now.” 

Not a big deal? Then why the need to hide behind a mask before? 

I could tell he was not keen on talking about it, so I dropped it. Today was his birthday, after all, and I did not want to be a downer. “Let’s have pie after you finish eating. Oh, and where’s Inch?” 

I scanned the room, but Inch was nowhere to be found. 

Charlie replied with a nonchalant shrug. “He had something to take care of, so he’s gone.” 

I raised an eyebrow. Then I remembered Inch’s mom was sick, so I let it go. 

I got up and wheeled him over to the cake. The candles and plates were all set up. I looked at Charlie and asked, “So, how old are you turning today?” 

He hesitated, then said quietly, “Let’s go with five candles.” 

I frowned. “Five?” 

He nodded, a small smile on his face. “This is the birthday I should have had when I was five 

That hit me right in the feels. I reframed from prying, simple nodding and sticking five 

candles in the cake. 

Lighting them up, I told him, “Time to make a wish” 

He shook his head and blew out the candles in one go, then said. “Are not you dying to try the cake? See if it’s as good as you hoped.” 

I nodded, already enticed by the cake’s tempting aroma, convinced it would taste amazing. 

Inch walked in just as Charlie was cutting the first slice. “Where did you disappear to? You missed the candle blowing 

He grinned. “I had to deal with something outside.”