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.”

they had numbed over time. I remained expressionless

you, you’re just a child–bearing

faintly. “You’re not

Moore was quick–tempered and got even angrier when she could not win with words.

more like a clown to

angered, she suddenly pushed me when I

hell!”

not high, but

grabbed the door frame

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

seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that

would take

threatening tone, “Try and hurt

to scream but retained her defiant expression. Seeing her like this,

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

you alright?” Charles asked as

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

display of

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

frowned, silently

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

but they hurt like the

himself than let the woman he loved get hurt even a