Facade of Love

Chapter 63 Mom Wants Us to Get a Divorce

If possible, my mother probably never wanted to see these two again in her lifetime.

Hearing what I said, Idris pursed his l*ps and began to speak. “On the day of the funeral…”

“Ahhh!” Suddenly, a scream echoed from upstairs.

Without finishing his sentence, Idris dashed upstairs.

I stood there, unable to help but smile bitterly. Idris‘ reactions were extremely attuned to Moore’s needs.

Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I followed upstairs. On the corridor, Moore was screaming in Idris‘ arms, her voice sounding panicked, “Iddy, there’s a thief in the house!”

The thief she was referring to was, of course, Maxwell, who was wearing only a towel and had most of his b*dy exposed. Startled by her exaggerated reaction, he opened his mouth awkwardly, attempting to explain.

Seeing me behind them, he came over to me, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask if you had a hairdryer. I didn’t expect other people to be in the house.”

at Moore’s exaggerated reaction and Idris‘ darkened face. I did not say much except

handed it to him. After taking the hairdryer, Maxwell looked at Moore leaning on Idris, then at Idris‘ stern face, and then at me. He twitched the comer of his

him a look and said,

Idris and said, “Mr. Young, if I say that the reason I’m bathing here and un–dressed like this

believe me?”

but the

the situation, Maxwell probably realized his explanation was futile. He shrugged and said, “Never mind then, I won’t

from Idris‘ arms and looked at me, saying,

one lying in my man’s arms. I still fall short when compared to you. Also, Mr. Sanchez has a great physique. If you want to look, you can do so openly. There’s no need to hide in

Moore was so agitated she almost jumped up

ignored her

expression cold, and quickly blocked my path, asking, “Why did you bring Maxwell Sanchez back to

Do I need to

the act. “Bringing a man home

mother, carrying a cardboard box. She entered the hall, glaring at Moore with suppressed anger. “Who let you in? Get out now. Don’t

return, Moore’s face softened somewhat, and she said to my mother, “Mom, where’d you go?