Facade of Love

Chapter 147 Madam Young’s Mishap

With that, I got to my feet. “Thanks for breakfast, but I’ve got to run,” I said.

Whether it was the investment project or the proof of Moore’s betrayal, I was not sure if this was Idris’s way of showing goodwill. Honestly, it did not matter to me anymore.

“Ouch!” I stood up too fast and collided with a waitress carrying a kettle of hot water. It sl*pped from her grasp, and the boiling water splashed onto my arm, making me gasp from the searing pain.

“Are you okay?” Idris was by my side in an instant, rolling up my sleeve to inspect the burn, his brow furrowed with concern.

His quick concern and the worry etched on his usually composed face caught me off guard, stirring something unexpected inside me.

I looked away, trying to downplay the burn and eager to leave. I tried to shrug him off, but as he rolled up my sleeve, I saw the angry red burn spreading across my wrist, sending waves of stinging pain up

my arm.

Idris’s eyebrows knitted together in a flash as he scooped me up, completely ignoring the waiter, who was apologizing with a look of sheer panic, and made a beeline for the bathroom

I was still in a fog, not quite catching on, and I squirmed, protesting, “Hey, put me down! I can walk on my own! What are you doing.

I could get all the words out, he had me in front of the sink, cranking on the cold tap and plunging my burned arm under the chilly

icy water washed over the burn, easing off some of the

a low rumble close

head, feeling a bit awkward that I was still half in his arms, especially with the restroom traffic giving

out from his hold, and muttered a quiet “Thanks”

wrist, his brow furrowed

was grossed out, I shut off

wrist and guided me out of the restroom, his deep voice saying, “I’m taking you to

This Kuy

of baffling

the restaurant and into the car, then dashed back

package in

he hopped

me an ice pack, paused

up, silent, and fired up the engine

as 1 feared–just a burn with a few blisters. The doctor patched me up quickly, reminding me to keep it dry

mountain of medicine: pills and creams for both my inside and out. Anyone else might have thought I was