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.

the sink, cranking on the cold tap and plunging my burned arm under the chilly stream.

easing off some of the searing pain that had

voice was a low

half in his

then shifted, slipping out from his hold, and

brow furrowed deeply. The burn was red and swollen, with a few ugly blisters popping

grossed out, I shut off the water,

caught my other wrist and guided me out of the restroom,

This Kuy

kind of

and into the car, then dashed

package in his hand

he handed it to me right after he hopped in, saying firmly, “Ice this for a bit.

paused for a second,

up, silent, and fired

turned out my injury was not as bad as 1 feared–just a burn with a few blisters. The doctor patched

creams for both