Facade of Love

Chapter 88 Do you love me?

I was momentarily stunned, but quickly caught on. Madam Young’s birthday celebration was near, and the uncles and other younger members of the Youngs had all returned.

Madam Young had three sons besides Idris’s father, so he had two uncles. The Youngs had grown their business over the years and had also amassed quite a few assets abroad, so Idris’s two uncles and their children had all been traveling in various countries overseas.

Madam Young’s birthday celebration was upon us, and relatives from overseas were flocking back to honor their aging mother. It made sense, then, why Madam Young was so insistent on evicting Moore from the old mansion.

Despite its size, the mansion was, after all, the Youngs’ property. Moore, a man of dubious background, living in Idris’s courtyard, was bound to attract attention. Where there was attention, there would be speculation, discussion, and inevitably, gossip.

Idris, being the eldest son of the Youngs, was a figurehead for the Young Corporation. The fact that he was harboring his wife’s pregnant sister in his courtyard, with the paternity of the child in question, could seriously tarnish his reputation if word got out.

I took Madam Young’s words to heart and left the courtyard. Amid the autumn hues of the courtyard, the chrysanthemums were enchanting. Idris, standing tall and straight in his black. attire, hands in pockets, was a stark contrast amidst the vibrant chrysanthemums.

aware of today’s events beforehand,” I said. “If you’re upset and looking to vent, I’m sorry, but I won’t be your punching

Understand?

Well, it made sense. If I had the power to sway Madam Young’s thoughts, Moore would never have set foot in the old mansion. I had to

I looked up at him. “We need to

face taking on a serious tone. “Yvette, let’s

“I am having a proper conversation. I initially wanted to

dark eyes narrowed slightly. “Yvette, have I spoiled you too much?” I pressed my l*ps. together, knowing that if we

tore up the flowers in my hand and tossed them into the flower bed. “You’re the one who asked,” I said, looking at him. “But when I answer, you don’t listen.

did not want to

dinne started walking towards Charles, not