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.”

precisely how to rub salt into my wounds, but some wounds were so deep that they had numbed

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

not even good enough to be a

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

and more like a clown to

suddenly pushed me when I least expected it, saying

hell!”

were not high, but

the door

grabbed her, and

seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that if I

take

with a threatening tone, “Try and hurt me again

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

I almost fell, but Charles, who

you alright?” Charles asked as he held me

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

of anger

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

frowned, silently watching her

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

but they hurt like

himself than let the woman he loved get hurt even