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.”

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

at Moore leaning on Idris, then at Idris‘ stern face, and then at me. He twitched the comer of his mouth and said, “This relationship seems

and said, “Go dry your

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 this is due to a minor

believe me?”

a stern face. He did not say a word, but the murderous intent in his gloomy gaze was enough to show he absolutely did not

shrugged and said, “Never mind then, I won’t explain.

the bedroom, Moore reluctantly stood up straight from Idris‘ arms and looked at me, saying, “Yvette, how can you just bring a man home like that? Don’t you have

great physique. If you want to look, you can do so openly. There’s no need to hide in your Iddy’s arms and steal glances. That contrived act of yours makes my

Upon being exposed, Moore was so agitated she almost jumped up

ignored her and

path, asking, “Why did you bring

my house. Do I need

act. “Bringing a man home to stay the night,

could be more shameless than you, Moore Scott?” A voice came from outside the door. It was my mother, carrying a cardboard box. She entered the hall,

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