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.”

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

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

and said,

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 this is due to

believe me?”

not say a word, but the murderous

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

looked at me, saying, “Yvette, how can you just bring a man home

physique. If you want to look, you can do so

you’re talking nonsense!” Upon being exposed, Moore was so agitated she

her and

and quickly blocked my path, asking, “Why did you bring Maxwell Sanchez

scoffed. “This is my house. Do I need to report to you whom I bring

be so shameless,” Moore said, as if she had caught me in the act. “Bringing a man

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

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