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 except to Maxwell. “We do. I’ll go get it for

it to him. After taking the hairdryer, Maxwell looked at Moore leaning on Idris, then at Idris‘ stern face, and then at me.

a look and said, “Go dry your

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

believe me?”

He did not say a word, but the murderous intent in his gloomy

futile. He shrugged and said, “Never mind

up straight from Idris‘ arms and looked at me, saying, “Yvette, how can you just bring a

arms. I still fall short when compared to you. Also, Mr. Sanchez has a 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

exposed, Moore was

her and

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

my house. Do I need to report to you whom

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

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

somewhat, and she said