Facade of Love

Chapter 11

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!”

time to be

in my hands and almost laughed. Was I

a moment of silence in the room, Idris finally spoke. His voice sounded tired as if he

filled with yearning. “I can’t leave you here alone.

“Someone else is here already. You

let me stay.” Moore had a pleading expression on her face. It looked like she would burst

but when I looked into the room, I ended up meeting Idris‘ indifferent gaze.

beloved would get to go home and rest, while I had to stay up and keep watch? As if I

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

my sudden appearance. “When

I said with a faint smile, glancing at

don’t misunderstand. I’m just worried about Iddy. What happened today is my fault. Don’t blame Iddy,

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? What

a low voice, ‘Why did

the nerve to send me out

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

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