Facade of Love

Chapter 11 I Must Be Cursed

I pressed my l*ps together and did not respond. It was not something hard to understand. Anyone with eyes could see the truth.

He seemed somewhat angry, but he kept it inside, took a sip of the soup, and said, “This is too bland. I

can’t eat it.”

I frowned. “But the doctor said you can’t eat anything else right now.”

He raised an eyebrow and said, “Not even salt?”

I stood up and nodded, suppressing my temper, and said, “Fine, I’ll go find some.‘

It was already past midnight, so most of the street vendors around the hospital had packed up. After wandering around, I finally found a 24–hour convenience store and bought some salt. To avoid any further issues, I also bought some sugar.

I had spent a long day shopping with Sweety, so my feet were sore from all the walking. My heels were even bleeding a little, making me limp as I returned to the hospital.

When I finally got back to the hospital room, Moore was unfortunately also there. God knew how long she had been there for. She was peeling an apple and saying to Idris with a loving expression, “I couldn’t sleep at home. I only feel at ease here with you. Iddy, don’t be so impulsive next time. I’m not worth the risk!”

this the right time to be declaring their

sugar in my hands and

tired as if he had had

Moore said, her eyes filled with yearning. “I can’t leave you here alone. I wouldn’t be able

“Someone else is here already. You

here? It’s already so late. Just let me stay.” Moore had a pleading expression on her face. It looked like she would burst into

but when I looked into the room, I ended up meeting Idris‘ indifferent gaze. He was clearly referring to me, the cursed one, when he

I had to stay up and keep

I walked into the room and said to Moore, “I’ll have to trouble you to take good

seemed startled by my sudden

ago,” I said with a

misunderstand. I’m just worried

all pitiful and innocent made me feel sick. I forced a smile and said to Idris, “It’s clear that she really cares for you. Why don’t you let her stay and take care of you tonight, Mr. Young?

my question, and asked in a

fueled my irritation more. He had the nerve to send me out to buy something for him while

nice,” I said, avoiding his dark expression. I went to his bedside and picked up the now–cold soup, then said, “The soup’s cold. Mr. Young, so you might want to ask Moore to prepare something else for you to eat.” After saying that, I tossed the porridge into the trash, wiped my hands with a paper towel, and said to a