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.”

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

it’s yours. However, everyone knows Yvette Scott is 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

smiling faintly. “You’re not even good

was quick–tempered and got even angrier when she could not win with words. She merely stomped her feet and glared at

more like a clown to

when I least expected it, saying sullenly, “Yvette,

hell!”

high, but falling down them

grabbed the door

my suppressed anger flared up, fueled by her actions. I narrowed my eyes, grabbed

that if I pushed her, the child in

would take

tone, “Try and hurt me again

to scream 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

Young, are you alright?” Charles asked as he held me

my head, then looked back at Idris, who was holding

of

ranting, “Iddy, did you see how much Yvette hates me? She almost pushed me down those steps! I’m pregnant, and she knows how serious

silently watching her

his face tense, seemingly controlling his emotions. He spoke in a low voice, “If you have grievances, take them up with

were spoken lightly, but they

rather harm himself than let the woman he