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.

me. He approached, towering over me with his six-foot -tall frame. I disliked craning my neck to look up at him, even less so when conversing, so I moved to sit on a bench in the courtyard, plucked a chrysanthemum, and began toying with it. “I wasn’t 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 bag.” He glanced at the vacant bench beside me,

Understand?

together so quickly? Well, it made sense. If I had the power to sway Madam Young’s thoughts, Moore would

petals, I looked up at him. “We need to talk about our divorce,”

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

having a proper conversation. I initially wanted to divorce you because

have I spoiled you too much?” I pressed my l*ps. together, knowing that if we kept this up, an argument was inevitable.

tore up the flowers in my hand and tossed them into the flower bed. “You’re the one who asked,” I said, looking

but he did not want to hear

us for dinne started walking towards