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?”

come to Clearwater Residence less often. Moore probably needs you more than I

After a while, he finally said, “How magnanimous

and from the way he replied,

finally had some peace when he left. After

come suddenly, accompanied by thunder, making the temperature drop even further. I had forgotten

again, the bedroom door was pushed open. I

beside the bed

and asked.

wanted to ask him why he came here instead of going to the old manor to take

his arm around my waist and his palm resting on my belly. Realizing

me closer, asking, “Do you think

boy or

find out later.” Whether it was a boy or a girl would only be known after Moore

was really looking forward to the

me, his expression unusually gentle. “This is our

seemed like my suppressed feelings for him were starting to

the phone on the bedside table

up the phone and took the call, about to get out