Facade of Love

Chapter 76 Moore’s Plea

Sweety’s words left me feeling uneasy. I cut her off. “Sweety, stay out of Noah’s business. The police will handle it.”

She made a tsking sound. “And what about the Youngs? What about Madam Young? That day in the small building, Noah had Moore plot against Madam Young. She will do it if she has to!”

I knew what Moore was capable of. Now that Idris was planning to send her away, she might not even get a chance to act, even if she wanted to. Right now, I was more worried about Sweety. I said, “Don’t concern yourself with others. Just look after yourself. Don’t get involved in anything too risky, got it?”

“Got it!”

She responded, likely tired of my incessant chatter. “I’ve got things to do. We’ll chat later!” With that, she hung up.

The line went dead, and I let out a sigh. I could not help but wonder if it was her job as a journalist that made Sweety so curious and adventurous. It was a good trait, but not always. After lounging on the bed for a bit, I finally got up and headed downstairs. I had assumed Idris would be at work by now, but surprisingly, he was still in the villa.

I found him in the kitchen, which left me a bit puzzled. What was he doing there if he was not at work?

confused, he must have heard me. He turned around and asked,

was wearing an apron and seemed to be cooking something. I could not resist peeking into

said, looking at me. “Ensio mentioned his sister-in-law drank this when she was pregnant. It’s good for both the mother and the

aback, a sad feeling welling up inside me. I was not carrying a child, so what good

father and a responsible husband. Love or no love,

my life with him, it

opening my

thank him, he furrowed his brows, his handsome face looking at me as he said, We’re

Even if he had cleared up the matter with Moore, I still did not have a child. Madam Young had only given

if he was willing, there was still Madam Young….

years ago… The memory suddenly struck me. I recalled seeing Alex in the alleyway. If I could just get him to spill the details about what happened five years ago, maybe

me. His eyes studied my uneasy expression. “This is

Can you

could I focus on the taste at a time like this?’ I took a sip to appease him, then looked at him seriously. “I need to tell you something. I’m actually not…” Pregnant. But before I could finish, a voice interrupted from