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.”

reaction and Idris‘ darkened face. I did not say much

I went into the bedroom, 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

gave him a look and

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

believe me?”

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

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

me, saying, “Yvette, how can you just bring a

fall short when compared to you. Also, Mr. Sanchez has a great physique. If you want to look, you can do

exposed, Moore was

her

followed me, his expression cold, and quickly blocked my path, asking, “Why

Do I need to report

act. “Bringing a man home to stay the night, and you’re even pregnant. How could you

shameless than you, Moore Scott?” A voice came from outside the door. It was my mother, carrying a cardboard

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