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.”

glanced at Moore’s exaggerated reaction and Idris‘ darkened face. I did not say much except to Maxwell. “We do. I’ll go

for Maxwell, and handed it to him. After taking the hairdryer, Maxwell looked at Moore leaning on Idris, then at

look and

chuckled awkwardly and then went to another bedroom. However, after a few steps, he turned back to look at Idris and said, “Mr. Young, if I say that the reason I’m bathing here and un–dressed like

believe me?”

not say a word, but the murderous intent in his gloomy gaze was enough to show

explanation was futile. He shrugged and said, “Never mind then, I won’t explain. I’m going

stood up straight from Idris‘ arms and looked at me, saying, “Yvette, how can

laughed. “You’re the 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

being exposed, Moore was so agitated she

ignored her and went

blocked my path, asking, “Why did you bring Maxwell Sanchez back to the Scotts‘

“This is my house. Do I need to

if she had caught me in the act. “Bringing a man home to stay the

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

Moore’s face softened somewhat, and she said to my mother,