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?”

look, I was a bit surprised. Apparently, he did not know about the call

1. me.

saying anything more, I closed my eyes to

were better left

did not ask more questions and

The next day.

night, so I took the day off to catch up

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

few calls from work,

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

picked up the phone but stayed

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

sprawled on the

Moore was quiet.

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

Fifteen minutes later…

day over thirty, standing outside my door and

an eyebrow and

for me. It’s not far from here.” As she spoke, she entered the living room

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

nodding slightly. “You’ve always had good taste, Moore, but after living here for two years, I’ve grown tired of it. I’m planning to