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 remained expressionless and said indifferently, “If you like this

you’re just a child–bearing machine kept in the Youngs‘ inner circle. Do you know what women like you were called

not even good enough

and got even angrier when she could not win with words. She

and more like a clown

pushed me when I

hell!”

outside the house were not high,

the door frame to steady

actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and

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

would take a hard

a threatening tone, “Try and

but retained her defiant expression. Seeing her like this, I wondered

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

Charles asked as he

then looked back at Idris, who was holding Moore. His face

rare display of

Yvette hates me? She almost

frowned, silently

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

words were spoken lightly, but they hurt like

would rather harm himself than let the woman he loved get