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

his feelings for Moore, nor his responsibility towards me

curse.

could not allow it, and the same went for Madam

a hospital visit for an abortion. You don’t need to worry about my grandmother. If you still value

not expect me to be so definitive. He just stared at me, his gaze dark and brooding. After a long silence, he

my gaze icy. “Isn’t one Moore enough? Idris, do you really think I should

heavy brows shadowed with coldness and weight. “My relationship with her is merely one of obligation.

that his feelings for Moore would make him angry enough to kick me out of the car. He never had to choose between me and Moore, Moore

words left

Send Moore away?

surprise was fleeting. I regained my composure and replied indifferently, “Whether you send her away or not is

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 you were dead. I always follow through on my

a strange feeling stirring within me. The child we were discussing was nothing more than a figment of imagination, so what was the point of debating whether it hurt or not? Besides, Madam Young had

the car finally coming

Planned on