Facade of Love

Chapter 161 He’s Agreed to a Divorce

Emily chuckled at the suggestion. “Is it really the hot spot now? Ash has been on my case to take her there, but I’ve been swamped. I told her to wait for her dad to come back and take her.” Ash was Emily and Liam’s daughter’s nickname. She was gearing up for junior high and buried in schoolwork most

days.

Liam’s face broke into a warm, indulgent smile. “If she’s keen on going, then let’s make it happen.” He then turned to Idris with a playful glint in his eye. “Iddy, isn’t that South Hill resort one of your projects? With such rave reviews, you ought to play host and show us around.”

Emily jumped in, “And we can bring Grandma along once she’s feeling up to it.” She then looked at me, her eyes inviting. “Yvette, you’ve got to clear your schedule and come with us, too.

I froze for a second, but before I could get a word out, Idris’s deep voice cut in, “Alright, let’s all head out together.”

Just like that, a simple dinner turned into an impromptu hangout.

The evening had worn on by the time we finished eating. Since it was just a casual meal, nob*dy had touched a drop of alcohol. Emily and Idris, who had kids waiting at home, said their goodbyes first, and Sweety hopped in a cab and took off.

With Madam Young’s situation handled by someone else, I did not have anything else to do. I was about to drive off when Idris stopped me, “Yvette.”

I looked back at him. “Something up?”

been brooding all night. Even though he had not said a word, you could tell he was in a foul mood. I was not in the mood to deal with drama, so I was ready to make a

with those intense black eyes, not saying a word. It made

Yes, hurt.

was he giving me that look? I hesitated for a few seconds, but when he

exactly my virtue. I was about to walk away when he finally spoke up, “So, everything I

about us. A twinge

that stuff behind us? Our thing now is just for show, so

expression was dark, almost suffocatingly so. “Just for show?”

Agreed to a

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and I’ve been playing the part with the Youngs, acting like everything’s the same. But let’s face it, we’re heading for a divorce, and that’s not changing. Once Grandma’s feeling a bit better, I hope you can just get on with it and sign the

emotions. “Are you that eager to get rid of me?” His voice was tight, his handsome face creased with

stalling. “Yes, I

he said, “Alright, no need to

another word or

shocked by his sudden compliance. I had braced myself for another round of stubborn refusal, but