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.”

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

true daughter–in–law. As for you, you’re just a child–bearing machine kept in the Youngs‘ inner circle. Do you know what women like you were called

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

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

looked more and more like a clown to

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

hell!”

were not high, but falling down

instinctively grabbed the door frame to steady

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

seven–centimeter heels, clearly understanding that if

would take a

threatening tone, “Try

scoffed and shoved her a bit, causing her to scream but retained her defiant expression. Seeing

someone. I almost fell, but Charles, who had been by

Charles asked

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

rare display of anger

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

frowned, silently

He spoke

spoken lightly, but they hurt like the

than let the woman