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.

very well as

I scoffed. “So?”

seductive. “You can do as you please: throw tantrums, cry and

frowning at him. I could not help but look at him and say, “Are you insane?” What was

sat up straight. “You don’t need to worry about Moore. Once she gives birth, I will make proper

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

highly

truly thought too of me. Did he actually believe I would turn a blind eye to

stay calm. “Mr. Young, how you

eight months until Moore gave birth, and then I could leave. How he wanted to arrange anything was none

his eyebrows slightly furrowed with

heard you. I’ll trust you. Whatever you want to do is

feigning Ignorance for eight months.

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was not in the mood to listen to him continue. He

Benett.

a second, hummed a response, and