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?”

Apparently, he

1. me.

saying anything more, I closed

were

not ask more questions and just started the

The next day.

the day off to catch up

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

a few calls from work, the

I was preparing to call her back, my phone vibrated. It

the phone but stayed

other end. “Yvette, are you free? Can we

I responded, sprawled on

Moore was quiet.

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

Fifteen minutes later…

door and dressed in a long, teal dress, with her slender figure and delicate

eyebrow and said, “You got here

thought Clear Lake was too cramped, so he bought a villa next to yours for me. It’s not far from here.” As she spoke, she entered the living

house three years ago. He said he wanted to make it our marital home, so the style and decorations

sat 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. I’m