Chapter 351


    Chapter 351 The Girl Who Toyed with Hearts


    Charlie gave me a look, his lips quirking up in a half–smile. “You said we were going to follow your


    schedule today, right?”


    I nodded, though I could not hide my surprise at their early arrival. I had nned to drive over and pick


    Charlie up from his vi, yet here they were, ahead of time.


    It did cut down on our preparation time, though. Once we were all in the car, I told Inch, “Let’s head to


    the wholesale market.”


    Inch paused, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “To the wholesale market, Ms. Scott?”


    “Yep,” I confirmed with a nod.


    He seemed skeptical but did not question me further. He started the engine, and we were about to pull


    away when Inch suddenly froze.


    “What’s up?” I was about to ask when I caught Charlie’s focused stare. They were both eyeing the


    sleek ck Bugatti blocking our path.


    Idris.


    What was he doing here?


    My mind went nk for a second before I pushed the car door open and stepped out.


    Idris emerged from his vehicle too, d in a ck coat that entuated his tall, lean figure. His


    elegance and the luxury car made quite the statement.


    “Did youe looking for me?” I ventured, puzzled. It was early, and I did not recall making any ns


    with him for the day. Besides, I had not given him an answer to yesterday’s conversation, just that I


    needed time to think.


    Idris’s gaze shifted from Charlie’s car back to me, his dark eyes probing. “Have you got other ns


    today?”


    I nodded, sensing an odd tension in the air.


    His lips tightened slightly. “All day?”


    Another nod from me, my heart racing for reasons I could not quite ce.


    With that, I could sense Idris pulling away, and with a nonchnt hum, he spun on his heel, slid back


    into his Bugatti, and drove off without another word.


    I stood frozen, a storm of emotions swirling inside me. Feeling like a heartbreaker, I recalled telling him


    just yesterday that I needed time to think about us. Now, here I was making ns with another guy.


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    Talk about being wishy–washy.


    A shiver ran down my spine as I tossed those jumbled thoughts out of my head.


    I had to forget about what was going on with Idris. Charlie and I were just friends. We were nothing


    more than just two pals lending each other a hand and sometimes hanging out. Nothing more!


    With my head clear, I hopped into Charlie’s car.


    Chapter 351 The Girl Who Toyed with Hearts


    He fired up the engine, and we left the fancy neighborhood behind.


    Charlie nced at me, his voice steady. “You and Idris are divorced, right? Does he… need something


    from you?”


    I shook my head, my throat tightening for some reason, and muttered, “No, it’s nothing.”


    Sure, the divorce was final, yet our current situation was like a puzzle. It seemed straightforward but


    was actually a tangled mess.


    I did not want to dive into that topic, so I turned to Charlie and blurted out, “Hey, I never got to ask you if


    you had a girlfriend or a wife.” That was a bit impulsive of me. Sinceing back from Lorrell, I had


    been fixated on thanking him for his help. However, I had forgotten that there was a line one should not


    cross when it came to guys. Getting too close could send the wrong message.


    He shook his head, his eyes distant. “I’m not the marriage type, nor do I have anyone special.”


    I blinked, confused. “Why not?”


    He looked out at the world zipping by the window, his voice a deep, rough whisper. “I don’t need


    marriage, and I’m not the kind of guy anyone would fall for.”


    Charlie’s words hung in the air, cold and detached. I caught myself frowning slightly, realizing only now


    the iciness thaty deep within him. The more time we spent together, the clearer it became that


    Charlie had never truly let anyone in.


    Unsure of what to say next, I hesitated and let the silence linger for a beat.


    Maybe the mood in the car had dipped too low because Charlie nced back at me with a grin. “You’re


    not going to write me off as too cold–hearted and bail on our friendship, right?”


    I shook my head, taking a deep breath before responding, “Of course not. We’ve been through too


    much together to let that happen. Marriage and love is not really a necessity for a lot of people these


    days. Sharing a life and raising kids together under one roof is no walk in the park, and it’s a lifelong


    There were times when I even questioned my own ability tomit to someone for life, someone not


    linked to me by blood. That someone used to be Idris. I could not be certain. In this day and age,


    marriage was an optional, yet incredibly costly, luxury.