Facade of Love

Chapter 2 I Made The Police Report

Two hours later, outside the police station.

“Yvette, I swear nothing happened between Iddy and I. I wasn’t feeling well, so I called him to ask him to bring me some medicine. I don’t know why the police suddenly barged in and dragged us to the station.” Moore looked at me, looking quite pitiable and heart–wrenching.

I looked at her, nodded, and smiled slightly. “It’s fine. Since it’s a misunderstanding, you should go back home and rest. I’ve called you a taxi. It’s quite late, so Iddy and I can’t send you back.”

Seeing no anger in my face, she glanced at Idris. He was as cold as always. Seeing this, she said nothing more and left.

I had driven to the station. After Moore left, I did not wait for the man beside me before making a beeline to my car and settling into the passenger seat. It was already four in the morning, and I was sleepy, so I wanted to take a nap in the car.

Before I could get comfortable, the man in the driver’s seat asked, “Did you call the police?”

His voice was low and a little chilly.

“Yes,” I responded, too sleepy to even look at him.

“Why?” He did not start the car. He did not seem to be planning to leave.

I rubbed my temples to try to wake myself up and looked at him, somewhat irritated. “You woke me up in the middle of the night. How could I let that slide?”

His handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at me incredulously. “We woke you up?”

his puzzled look, I was a bit surprised. Apparently, he did not

1. me.

more, I closed my eyes to go to

things were better left

did not ask more questions

The next day.

night, so I took the day off to

grabbed something to eat and turned on my phone, which had been switched off.

work, the

call her back, my phone vibrated. It was her

picked up the

end. “Yvette, are

I responded, sprawled

Moore was quiet.

to look for you,” she said before quickly hanging up, probably afraid

Fifteen minutes later…

look a day over thirty, standing outside my door and

an eyebrow and

so he bought a villa next to yours for me. It’s not far from here.” As

our marital home, so

had good taste, Moore, but after living here for two years, I’ve grown tired of it. I’m planning