Facade of Love

Chapter 62 They Came Looking For Trouble

I could not help but facepalm. I tugged on Maxwell and said, “Alright, alright, I know you’re a grateful, good young man with excellent character, but let’s not talk about this now. Let’s go back to the house and change your clothes first.”

Maxwell’s thought process was always so unique.

I had come to understand this during our time together.

Seeing his clothes soiled, my mother scolded me while going to find new clothes for him to change into. Maxwell was probably quite the clean freak.

His brows were constantly furrowed. Seeing him like this, I suggested, “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll ask my mother to find you a new set of clothes.”

He nodded and went into the bathroom.

Since my father had passed, there were no male clothes at home. As it was getting late, I thought about going out to buy some for him, but my mother stopped me. She said it was not safe for a pregnant woman to be out late at night, so she would go buy them herself.

Before I could say anything, she hurried out the door.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to wait at home.

Standing in the bedroom, I placed a bath towel outside the bathroom door and said toward the bathroom with the sound of running water, “Mr. Sanchez, I’ve put your bath towel by the bathroom door. It’s new. We don’t have any new clothes at home, so my mom has gone out to buy some and will be back soon. Please make do for now.”

with a light hum from inside, I turned and went downstairs. Hearing the sound of an engine in the yard, I was momentarily surprised, thinking my mother had

go out to meet her when Moore and Idris both entered the house. Seeing me, Moore’s face stiffened for a moment, but it

had it been, and they were only showing

I watched them, then turned and sat back down on the sofa, speaking coldly, “She’s doing fine. She’d be doing even better if you two didn’t show up

darkened. She looked aggrieved and said, “I know what Idris

what’s done is done. After all, I’m her daughter. I’ve been really worried about her

not in the mood to talk to her.

them both.

see my mother anywhere. She probably thought my mother was resting. Looking at Idris, she said, “Iddy, Mom might be sleeping. I’ll go upstairs and check

nodded, his expression soft and

upstairs, she did not forget to give me a look, as if she was

pretended not to see. Out of sight,

blocked. I could sense someone standing in front of me. Frowning, I looked

me. His dark eyes restrained, and his voice low, he asked “Why aren’t you going back to Clearwater

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over there. Living alone feels lonely,” I replied, feeling somewhat

not a person?” he asked,

“Mr. Young, if you have something to say, just get to the point. There’s no need

knitted, his expression darkened slightly. “When do you plan to return to Clearwater