Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 403

Lucas gave a nod, staying silent.

I kept my eyes down, watching the garden through the window, not in the mood to chat with him. It did not take long, however, before I noticed something off.

Outside, I spotted someone I knew: Gregory.

He was not alone. There were others, all in plainclothes, but it was clear to me that they were cops. Were they on Lucas's tail?

No, it was not like he was creeping around in the shadows. Lucas was being followed, but whoever was doing it was not exactly trying to hide.

He must have known they were on his tail because he just leaned back in his chair, hands casually laced together, and threw me a look that was all smirks. "Getting tailed this early on? Looks like your ex isn't keen on letting us stroll out of Lake City without a hitch," he said. I kept my lips sealed.

If Idris had figured out Charlie and Lucas were one and the same, my words would not change a thing. Lucas was not getting out of Lake City without a fight, especially not with the border so close. If he made it that far, catching him would be a whole other level of difficult. However, with the cops on our tail, even a wild card like Lucas would not dare lash out at anyone else. That thought alone lightened my mood a bit. Soon enough, the table was heaped with all sorts of tasty dishes, all my favorites.

I did not even glance at Lucas as I dug in. It had been days since I had had a real meal, and this felt like a tiny bit of comfort after all the chaos. Once we finished, Lucas eyed me, his dark gaze narrowing. "You like this place?" he asked.

The guy was still up for small talk, which meant his nerves were steel. I mean, a guy who is a walking nightmare for others is not going to sweat a few cops. I did not bother with his chitchat and just said, "I'm done."

He quirked an eyebrow and stood up. "Let's go!" I had no clue what he was planning, but I was in no position to argue. I was the fish, and he was the knife. Whatever he decided, I had no choice but to go along."

Half an hour later, standing outside the local office, I bit my lip and gazed at the aging building, memories flooding back. It had been two years since I had last been here. Back then, Idris and I barely knew each other.

During our wedding photo shoot, the photographer kept telling him to lighten up and smile. No matter what, the final pictures showed him stone-faced, and the photo on our marriage certificate was even more intimidating than his driver's license pic. I remember thinking I would have to spend my life with Mr. Freeze. Would I end up frozen solid? Now, it felt like a lifetime ago.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Lucas's voice interrupted my thoughts.