Facade of Love

Chapter 17 Called to the Youngs Old Manor

I stood there silently, looking at him. At this point, I had no idea what he was thinking. Initially, I thought he loved Moore so much that he would risk his life for her, and naturally, he would divorce me to give Moore a home. However, his abnormal behavior last night left me puzzled.

Seeing me standing still, he raised an eyebrow. “The sunrise today is quite beautiful. Let’s watch it before we go back.”

This was clearly an instruction.

I glanced at the sun that had already risen above the mountains, its dazzling rays warming me. I did not know how long he planned to stay, so I just stood there indifferently.

Seeing that I was not moving, he got up and walked toward me, not looking at me, straight to the car.

but heading

It was as if there was nothing left to say. We drove towards the city. The car ride was silent, filled only with the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

When I saw that he was driving toward Clearwater Residence, I frowned. “You can drop me off here, I

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“It’s still too early for work. Go back and get some more sleep,” he said, his voice calm and magnetic.

rest at Sweety’s place.” I could not figure out what he was planning. Regardless of how Moore’s situation was handled, I did not want to go

outside the villa. Ensio was standing there with a suitcase. Recognizing the suitcase, I was about to ask

him, and said, “Help her

carried my things into the

back without my consent. Is this how you handle

handsome face seemed calm. “Do you

affairs?”

Young found out that I had moved out, it would not be long before everyone learned about Moore’s pregnancy and

breath and compromised with Idris, saying nothing more as I entered

cup of coffee and sitting in the living room. Seeing that he was not planning to leave,

I don’t care what you’re thinking about now. We must get a divorce. So, I hope you can respect my decision and

I had never seen before. “I won’t get a divorce. You don’t need to feel aggrieved, Yvette. In our marriage, you are the Youngs‘

for Moore’s pregnancy, I will give you

believe him for a moment. Maybe it was because I had not slept well, so my mind was foggy. I could not think of a

time I came downstairs, Ensio was waiting. I frowned and

downstairs, Ensio looked at me and said, “Mrs. Young, you’re

at him, and asked, “What

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