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,

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

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

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

looked more and more like a

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

hell!”

were not high, but

the door frame

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

understanding that if I

would take a hard

with a threatening tone, “Try and hurt me again

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

by someone. I almost fell, but Charles,

you alright?” Charles asked as

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

display of anger

I could say anything, Moore started ranting, “Iddy, did you see how much Yvette hates me? She almost pushed me down those

silently watching

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

spoken lightly, but they hurt like the stab of

would rather harm himself than let the woman he loved get hurt