Facade of Love

Chapter 115 Does It Hurt to See Him Like This?

Suddenly, a dozen guys came barreling down the stairs, heading straight for Liam and Idris. I froze, my eyes wide as I watched the brawl unfold before me.

“Please stop fighting! Stop!” Moore’s voice pierced the air, her terror palpable as she cowered in the corner, too scared to move an inch.

I sprinted to Sweety’s side, shielding her with my b*dy, my eyes darting to the brawl unfolding before us. The Young brothers might have been silver–spoon kids, but they threw punches like street fighters, and with their black belts in Taekwondo, they held their own even when outnumbered.

However, Idris was at a disadvantage with his injured hand, and it showed.

The moment Idris floored a beefy guy, Noah whipped out a knife, lightning–fast, and lunged.

My heart stopped. “Watch out!” I yelled.

Idris, with reflexes like a cat, spun around at my shout. He caught Noah’s wrist and, with a fierce twist, snapped it. The knife clattered to the ground.

Without missing a beat, Idris’s leg whipped around in a spinning kick, landing a solid hit to Noah’s groin. Noah’s howl could have shattered glass, echoing off the mountains long after

hung in the air, the cops swarmed in, guns drawn, barking orders, “Freeze! Down on the ground,

chaos subsided, and I let out

gave Liam and Idris a nod before his team hauled Noah and his cronies away.

over. Officer Jackson exhaled a weary breath. “Ambulance is up front. Get the injured checked

I scooped Sweety into my arms, ready to get her the help she

that said he would handle it. “I’ve got this,” he said, and with that, he scooped Sweety up in his arms

not sparing a thought for Idris

the ambulance that I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding. Maxwell came over, gave me a once–over, and with

slow, and then it clicked. “Did you call Idris?”

could he have shown

filled him in on Sweety’s

that Noah might be here, then of course Idris could

gaze shifted to Moore and Idris as they stepped out with Officer Jackson.

my l*ps. I could wrap my head around Idris rushing over, but why

Jackson got the lowdown and after a few words with me, he headed back to the