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.”

my wounds, but some wounds were so deep that they had numbed over time. I remained expressionless and said indifferently, “If you like this old

for you, you’re just a child–bearing machine kept

faintly. “You’re not even good enough to be

she could not win with words. She merely stomped her

more like a

when I least expected

hell!”

were not high, but falling down

I instinctively grabbed the door frame to

a moment, my suppressed anger flared up, fueled by her actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and pushed her

seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that

would take a

a threatening tone, “Try

a bit, causing her to scream but retained her defiant expression. Seeing

almost fell, but Charles,

are you alright?” Charles asked

then looked back at Idris, who was holding Moore. His face was ashen, and he seemed to be

of anger

Moore started ranting, “Iddy, did you see how much Yvette hates me? She almost pushed

silently

his emotions. He spoke in

were spoken lightly, but they hurt like

harm himself than let the woman