Facade of Love

Chapter 36 Unqualified as a Wife

I was taken aback for a moment, a bit perplexed. “Why would I hate you?”

His expression darkened slightly, and he leaned toward me with an aggressive posture, his dark eyes narrowing. “You don’t hate that Moore is pregnant?”

I frowned, feeling he was being irrational. There was a slight tightness in my heart, but I still responded calmly, “It doesn’t amount to hate. We got married due to family alliances. Although we’ve lived together for two years and have gotten used to each other, our relationship never reached the point where we couldn’t live without one another. So, there’s no talk of hate. But yes, there is resentment. Idris, you could have told me about your affair with Moore beforehand. If I had known about your relationship, I would have planned for it, and we wouldn’t have to face the difficult situation we’re in today,”

“Planned for it?” He smirked, his expression turning somewhat stern. “What plans? To divorce me? Or to look for someone

else?”

“Idris Young!” I was getting angry, frowning at him, feeling that he was being increasingly unreasonable. “What right do you have to mock me? Haven’t I done my part well enough? I’m your wife, yet you stayed out all night for Moore, got her pregnant, and allowed her to insult me time and time again. What did I ever do? She moved into the old manor so blatantly, yet I never said a word against it. What more do you expect me to do? Tell me You don’t need to speak in riddles here, okay?”

I truly wanted to have at least one hysterical argument with him, but I knew that arguing was useless, so I suppressed my dissatisfaction, acting as indifferent as an idiot to everything happening around me

Why did he still have to come and disturb my peace?

ay but silently t

Idris did not respond to me right away but silently stared at me. Those deep, restrained black eyes revealed no emotion, as if what I had just said was all nonsense.

finally spoke, “You’ve done your part very well as a daughter–in–law of the Youngs, but

I scoffed. “So?”

out and cradled my face, his voice hoarse and seductive. “You can do as you please: throw tantrums, cry and ask

could not help but look at him and say, “Are you insane?” What was that about

not answer me and instead released me and sat up straight. “You don’t need to worry about Moore. Once she gives birth, I will make proper arrangements for her future. Yvette, what you need to do

even more puzzled. Proper arrangements? How exactly did he plan to do that? How could one make arrangements for a woman who had given birth

highly

Did he actually believe I

I took a breath, trying to stay calm. “Mr. Young, how you

until Moore gave birth, and then I could leave. How he

his eyebrows slightly furrowed with a touch of helplessness. “Yvette, did you

with him and dismissively said, “I heard you. I’ll trust you. Whatever you want to do is fine. Can I go back to

was just a matter of feigning Ignorance for eight months. I could endure

Unqualified

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sighed, apparently realizing that I was not in the mood to listen to him continue. He paused for a moment

Benett.

a response, and went back to my