Facade of Love

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Past Matters

Idris did not respond as his slightly calloused fingertips grazed the grotesque scar on my abdomen. After a long while, he looked up at me, his dark eyes cold and indifferent. “You’ve never talked to me about your past, have you?”

I pursed my l*ps, avoiding his gaze, and said softly, “That’s all in the past. There’s nothing to talk

about.”

He narrowed his eyes and then pulled his hand away, reverting to his usual dignified demeanor. He elegantly got up, put on his robe, and stood beside the bed looking down at me to say, “You should get

some rest.”

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that he had lost interest and was planning to sleep in the

study.

“Alright.” I usually did not like to probe too much. Things were fine as long as we were both happy.

Seeing him about to leave, I pulled the quilt over myself, ready to sleep. However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked back at me, saying my name in a low voice, “Yvette.”

“Hmm?” I looked at him, waiting for what he would say next.

“Moore is different from you. Don’t give her a hard time in the future.” He spoke little, but his words carried weight.

My b*dy stiffened under the quilt, and my heart skipped a beat.

Was this because I humiliated Moore today?

Pushing aside my discomfort, I simply said, “Fine.”

Bang!

bedroom door slammed shut, and I was left alone in the large room,

ceiling.

had already started

well. Sleep was more

On the weekend.

the Scott Residence, I was still

from the tense voice on the other end of the phone line,

so much older than the last time I saw him, his eyes more sunken. Moore was attentively

He looked

come

my mother, who

what had happened, I looked at Kane and asked, “Dad, what did I do

Bang!

was beside him at me, glaring angrily. “You don’t know what

can scold her, but why are you trying to hurt

behavior, and said indifferently, “I really don’t know what I’ve done wrong,

shameless?”

more, as he was breathing heavily now. “Did you call the police to frame your

all because of

and look at him. “Mr. Scott, next time

take my leave. I

next explosion,

it. He just doesn’t want our family’s dirty laundry to be aired out for everyone to see. The Youngs found

this have to do with me?

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