Facade of Love

Chapter 26 Can You Not Go?

Seeing that he had almost finished eating, I spoke up. “You don’t need to spend too much time on me. For now, I won’t bring up divorce, and I’ll take good care of… the child in my belly. As for the old manor, since Madam Young told me not to come again, I won’t provoke Moore unless she starts trouble with me. At least not until she gives birth to the child.”

He put down his utensils and looked at me calmly. He did not show much emotion as he seemed to take in my words, merely replying with a neutral ‘hmm‘, without adding anything else.

After dinner, Idris drove me back to Clearwater Residence. I should have gone to the office, but since I had not slept the previous night, I decided to take a bath and get some rest.

When I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Idris, who should have already left, sitting on the armchair looking at his tablet. It looked like he was dealing with work. I could not help but frown. Considering how busy he was, should he not be at the office?

Hearing the noise, he looked up at me. We locked eyes. Although I was in my pajamas, I still felt uncomfortable and turned away, focusing on drying my hair.

However, the towel was taken out of my hands, and I was pushed onto the armchair. Idris stood beside me and skillfully began to dry my hair.

I wanted to move away, but he held me down. “Don’t move.”

I had never been able to handle his intimate gestures.

I stood up, avoiding his touch. Disregarding his surprise, I calmly asked, “Aren’t you going to Young Corporation today?”

He pursed his l*ps, looked at me, and spoke in a somewhat reserved tone, “Don’t want me around?”

nodded honestly. “If possible, I’d prefer you to come to Clearwater Residence less often. Moore probably

hard to read. After a while, he finally said, “How

argue with him, so I grabbed a hairdryer and started drying my hair. He got a call, and from

peace when he left. After drying my

suddenly, accompanied by thunder, making the temperature drop even

bedroom door was

the bed

and asked.

and lay back down. I originally wanted to ask him why he came here instead of going to the

beside me, his arm around my waist and his palm resting on my

asking, “Do you think it’s a boy or a

boy or a

Whether it

he was really looking forward to

at me, his expression unusually

my suppressed feelings for

bedside table inconveniently began to vibrate. It

up the phone and took the