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.”

deep that they had numbed over time. I

child–bearing

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

could not win with words. She merely stomped her feet and

and more like a clown to

pushed me when I least expected it, saying

hell!”

house were not high, but falling down them would

grabbed the door

anger flared up, fueled by her actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and pushed her to the edge of the

seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that if I pushed her, the child in

would take a

tone, “Try and hurt me again

and shoved her a bit, causing her to scream but retained her defiant expression. Seeing her like this, I wondered when she had

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

alright?” Charles asked as he held me

and shook my head, then looked back at Idris, who was holding Moore. His face was ashen, and

rare display of

much Yvette hates me? She

silently watching her

looked at me, his face tense, seemingly controlling his emotions. He spoke in a low voice,

lightly, but they hurt like the stab of a

harm himself than let the woman he