Facade of Love

Chapter 22 He Protected Her

Charles frowned, saying, “Ms. Moore, all the rooms in this house are the same size. The room you want to stay in belongs to Mrs. Young. Her belongings are already there. You’re making this difficult

for us.”

“Mrs. Young, huh? You say her name as if you’re so familiar with her” Moore scoffed. “I want to stay in that room. If you don’t agree to my request, I’ll have Madam Young come over to talk to you.”

With that, she made a move to leave.

Charles, uncertain of what to do, instinctively blocked her. Seeing this, Moore became even more arrogant. “So? Are you stopping me from leaving the room?”

Charles could not make the decision but he did not want to offend her either. He looked visibly

troubled.

I leaned against the wooden door with arms folded and spoke softly, “Let her have it.”

Hearing my voice, both turned to look at me. Charles seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Moore was blatantly arrogant. She could not be bothered to put on an act with me when

Idris was not around, and said, “I’m certainly settled down in the Youngs‘ residence. Yvette, what does it matter if you’re pregnant? Because of your dirty past, Madam Young is disgusted by you and

doesn’t want you to tarnish this house’s name.”

so deep that they had numbed over time. I remained expressionless and said indifferently, “If you

the Youngs‘ true daughter–in–law. As for you, you’re just a child–bearing machine kept in the Youngs‘ inner circle. Do you know what women like you

in closer, smiling faintly. “You’re not even good enough to

even angrier when she could not win with words. She

more and more like a

when I least expected it, saying sullenly,

hell!”

high, but falling down

instinctively grabbed the door

actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and pushed her to the edge of the steps, shouting, “Moore Scott, don’t push

wearing seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that if I pushed

would take a hard

but still spoke with a threatening tone, “Try and hurt me again

her

I was pulled away by someone. I almost fell, but Charles, who had been by my side, steadied me

are you alright?” Charles

Idris, who was holding Moore. His face was ashen, and he

display of

me? She

silently

me, his face tense, seemingly controlling his emotions. He spoke in a

words were spoken lightly, but they hurt like

the woman he loved get hurt even