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?”

bit surprised. Apparently, he did not know about the

1. me.

anything more, I closed my

were better left

not ask more questions and just

The next day.

off to catch up on sleep. I

in the villa, so I grabbed something to eat and turned on my phone, which had been switched off. Several missed

a few calls from work, the

her back, my phone vibrated.

the

other end. “Yvette, are you free? Can

I responded, sprawled on

Moore was quiet.

you,” she said before quickly hanging up, probably afraid that I

Fifteen minutes later…

did not look a day over thirty, standing outside my door and dressed in a long, teal dress, with her slender

her, I raised an eyebrow and said, “You

so he bought a villa next to yours for me. It’s not

our marital home,

on the sofa, emotionless while nodding slightly. “You’ve always had good taste, Moore, but after living here for two years, I’ve grown tired of it.