Facade of Love

Child

I laughed, avoiding his gaze, and said nonchalantly, “I wouldn’t say I’m in a hurry. At least I’m not as brazen as you. Besides, I’m not the only one carrying your child. And for the record, I never intended to have this baby.”

The atmosphere in the car turned icy. I shivered, meeting Idris’s stormy gaze. It took a moment for me to realize how harsh my words had been, and my heart gave a guilty lurch

His gaze was a dark storm of restrained anger and hurt. He was a gentleman, though, and no matter how angry he was, he would not lay a hand on me, let alone harm me.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. “You never intended to have this child?”

His gaze made my heart lurch again. His eyes were filled with disappointment and a shadowy hurt. For a moment, I thought I saw pain in his eyes.

Pain?

Was it for the unborn child, or

A sudden pang hit me. I knew that if I denied it, he would calmly take me out for a nice meal, even accompany me to check on the health of our unborn child, and perhaps even share in the anticipation of its arrival

indefinitely. He would not give up his feelings for Moore, nor his responsibility towards me and our child. The entanglement of the three of us would continue

curse.

it, and the same went

need to worry about my grandmother. If you still value the two years

did not expect me to be so definitive. He just stared at me, his gaze dark and

pressed my l*ps together, my gaze icy. “Isn’t one Moore enough? Idris, do you really think I should be so nice as to accept

coldness and weight. “My relationship with her is merely one of obligation. If Moore’s presence bothers you, I

out of the car. He never had to choose between me and Moore, Moore was always the

words left

Send Moore away?

surprise was fleeting. I regained my composure and replied indifferently, “Whether you send her away or not is your business. It doesn’t

at me, his dark eyes deep, a mix of helplessness and anger. After a while, he started the car and said, “Yvette, if you dare harm our child, I’ll make you wish

we were discussing was nothing more than a figment of imagination, so what was the point of debating whether it

spent the journey in silence, the car finally coming to a halt beneath the

Planned on