Facade of Love

Chapter 310 A Childhood Reclaimed
With that, I spun around and headed into the lively stalls of the night market. At least to me, the night market’s treasures always
seemed more enchanting than anywhere else.
Every visit to these bustling snack stands, getting lost in the sea of people, and gazing at the colorful array of treats, it was
always so hard to walk away.
With all the fantastic goods on display, my desire to stop and savor each one was overwhelming. My curiosity was just too
intense.
After weaving through the crowd, I did not want Charlie to get bored waiting, so I quickly picked up a few things and, without
lingering, made a beeline back to where I left him.
Turns out, I was the one with an overactive imagination. I thought Charlie would be bored out of his mind waiting. However, as I
approached, I could see him chilling by the lounge area, Strawberry Bear in his lap, already the center of attention with a group
of girls hovering around him.
They all had their phones in hand, probably trying to get his number.
Charlie looked annoyed, his eyebrows knitted together. Whatever he said must have been icy because the girls, who were all
giggles a second ago, backed off quickly and scattered.
I had no clue what went down. I jogged up to him, ready to jump out and spook him, but he picked up a call just as I got behind
him. His voice was deep and sharp, “One’s fine, two’s okay, but three’s a crowd. Keep it clean. If you mess up, you know where
to go.” Man, his tone was chilling, with an edge that could cut glass. I froze, my prank forgotten. He must have felt me there
because he spun around, and our eyes locked. When he saw me, the ice in his stare melted a bit. “What did you buy?” he asked,
his voice a low rumble.
I managed a grin, stepped before him, and teased, “Close your eyes.”
He hesitated but did as I said. I held out the thing I had bought for him and said, “Okay, open them, and check it out.”
His lashes were something else, seriously. Closed, they were like a curtain over his eyes, and when they fluttered open, they
were like butterfly wings. It was totally mesmerizing.

He looked down at the Superman mask in my hands, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face. “A Superman mask?”
“Yeah,” I said, handing it over. “Try it on. Do you like it?”
He sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and then he could not help but chuckle. ” Yvette, are you treating me like I’m
three?”
I shook my head earnestly. “I’m not kidding around. I just want you to have the full childhood. experience you missed out on.
Plus, I got cotton candy. You said you’ve never tried it, right? Give it a taste.” I pulled out the fluffy treat and held it up to his lips.
He paused, a little dazed, and locked eyes with me. It looked as though he could not say no, especially since I had already
brought it so close. He took a bite, the cotton candy melting in his mouth. He was a sight to behold, especially when eating.
Somehow, he was even more handsome then.
Watching him, I could not help but feel delighted. “Well? Is it good?” I asked, eager for his
verdict.
He chewed thoughtfully before giving me a serious look. “It’s really sweet... with a touch of sour.”
I grinned, my eyes crinkling with mirth. “Just like I described, right? What else do you want to try? I will take you on a grand
tasting adventure to make up for lost time. How’s that sound?”
Sweetened perhaps by the cotton candy, he gave me a soft look. “Can you really make up for a lost childhood?” he asked, his
voice a low rumble.
I nodded confidently. “Sure, you can. You don’t remember yours, right? I’ll help you recreate it.” I gave a fair warning, though, that
it might end up a lot like mine.
His smile was infectious. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
Encouraged, I flashed a wide grin and slipped a Superman mask over his face. “Here, be Superman for a day.” To keep his too–
handsome face from causing a stir if someone snapped a pic, the mask would help.
His laughter was soft and warm. “Alright!”
I was in pretty good spirits, even though I could not take him through the hustle and bustle of crowded spots. Luckily, we hung
out until late, so the Riverside Night Market had mellowed. out with fewer people around. We had already grabbed dinner, every

tasty treat we passed just called out to us. I played the ‘let’s make up for lost childhood fun‘ card and bought a bunch of snacks
and toys. Since I was the one pushing his wheelchair, he got to hold all our loot. By the time an hour ticked by, he had his hands
full of goodies to munch on and his lap piled high with fun new toys.