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

icy water washed over the burn, easing off some of the searing pain that had me in its

low rumble close to my

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

then shifted, slipping out from his hold, and

burn on my wrist, his brow furrowed deeply. The burn was

out, I shut off the water, ready to

I went to move, he caught my other wrist and guided me out of the

This Kuy

kind of baffling

the car, then dashed back inside. When he came back, he

in his hand

after he hopped in, saying firmly, “Ice this

he was giving me an ice pack, paused for a second, then accepted it, murmuring

buckded up, silent, and fired up the

corridors until we found the doctor. It turned out my injury was not as bad as 1 feared–just a burn with

Idris grabbed a small mountain of medicine: pills and creams for both