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

Yvette Scott is the Youngs‘ true daughter–in–law. As for you, you’re just a child–bearing machine kept in the Youngs‘

“You’re not even good enough to

even angrier when she could not win with words. She merely

looked more and more

when I least expected it, saying

hell!”

high, but falling down

I instinctively grabbed the door frame to

I narrowed my eyes, grabbed her, and pushed her to the edge

understanding that if I pushed her, the

take

paled but still spoke with a threatening tone, “Try and hurt me again if you have

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

I was pulled away by someone. I almost fell, but

are you alright?” Charles

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

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 steps! I’m pregnant, and she knows how serious that would’ve

frowned, silently watching

his emotions. He spoke in a low voice, “If you have grievances, take

they hurt like

rather harm himself than let the woman he