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.”

I did not say much except to

grabbed a hairdryer for Maxwell, and 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 mouth and said, “This relationship

him a look and said,

went to another bedroom. However, after a few steps, he turned back to look at Idris and said,

believe me?”

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

He shrugged and said,

entered the bedroom, Moore reluctantly stood up straight from Idris‘ arms and looked at me, saying, “Yvette, how can you just bring a man home

Mr. Sanchez has a great physique. If you want to look, you can do so openly. There’s no need

being exposed, Moore was so agitated she almost jumped up

ignored her and went

path, asking, “Why did you

my house. Do I need to

Moore said, as if she had caught me in the act. “Bringing a man home to stay the night, and you’re even pregnant. How could you become like this,

a cardboard box. She

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