Facade of Love

Chapter 166 The Questioning

Mistook me for her?

I frowned, my eyes shifting to Idris. What had he uncovered about that incident from five years ago?

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Moore’s voice was thick with unshed tears as she continued, “You promised to protect me for a lifetime. You said I could do anything and you’d be there. You told me your life was mine to command, that you’d always keep me safe. Idris, you never explained why you found me at the bottom of that cliff, why you decided to be kind to me. I just did what you wanted–I never lied to you.”

Idris stood there, his gaze steady and his face a mask of tranquility, revealing nothing.

Moore was a mess, tears streaming down her face as hurt and bitterness tangled within her.

For a long moment, Idris simply watched her, his expression unchanging, before his calm voice broke the silence. “What do you want?”

That question froze Moore in place. Disbelief flickered across her pretty face, quickly replaced by a bitter laugh at herself. She started laughing, a laugh that was more like a sob, as tears kept spilling

over.

Seeing her like this, I knew she had to be head over heels for Idris. Only real love could make someone

crumble over a few words that cut so deep.

for her right in her face. Deep down, he must have written her off as just another gold digger. Being looked down on by the one you love is like

to bits under

at inflicting pain. With a single sentence,

fell. Finally, Moore looked down, her voice raspy but eerily steady. “Just go. I don’t want anything from

had run out of

hospital room.

from the doorway, taking in the whole breakup drama, unmoved by

world, what goes around

beginning of

The deep voice snapped me back to reality. My wrist was caught in a firm

was being

– he was like a walking skyscraper – and after a few steps, I managed to wriggle my hand free from his. He did not seem to care and just kept

the elevator.

caught sight of us

some stranger. Did you catch a glimpse of

head and blurted out, “How’s grandma?” He let out a heavy sigh. “Still in

with his deep, dark eyes, looked at me, puzzled.

the beans about what I had seen, turning to the group and saying, “The dude had a mask and a hat on. Everything was a

his nose, looking tired. “I’m on it. Someone’s

in, “The Youngs don’t have beef with anyone. And grandma’s so old – who’d want to