Facade of Love

Chapter 202 Liking Someone Isn’t a Crime

Caught out, Sweety stopped making excuses. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me. “I know it’s wrong, but since he rescued me, I can’t stop thinking about him and wanting to be with him. Yvette, I know you look down on me for this, but there’s nothing wrong with having feelings, right? I don’t want much, just to talk to him and be around him. That’s honestly it. I would never wreck his family.”

My heart was in knots. “Look, it’s okay to have a crush, but there’s a right way to do things, with honor and decency. He only saved you because he respects me, since I’m Idris’s wife, and that’s why he was there with me. He’s not some knight in shining armor. Would you have fallen for just anyone who showed up to rescue you that day? Sweety, I get it, I really do. I can imagine how scared and freaked out you were at Island in the Lake. You could’ve talked to me. Why get all tangled up with Liam? If you’re looking to date, there are plenty of awesome single guys out there. Why him?”

I was so worked up, I just let it all out at her. She stood there, head down, tears falling. The entryway felt smaller than ever, the air thick with tension.

Seeing her cry, my heart twisted. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger.

I managed to steady my voice. “So, what’s the deal with you two?”

She clasped her hands tight in front of her, fingers digging into her skin. In a whisper, she admitted, “He never touched me. I was the one who got closer to him.”

My lips tightened, the storm of emotions passing. I asked her straightforwardly, “Did you guys… you know?”

She shook her head. “No, we just had dinner today, and on the way back, I kissed him. Nothing more.”

made me breathe easier. I looked at her and said, “We can fix this. Just cut him

her lip,

“Your phone.”

she gave it to

of Liam from her phone and handed it back. “No more contact with him, got it? You’re young, and

bedroom. We had been inseparable since we were kids, and I knew her well enough to understand that when she got moody, she would shut the world out and hole up in her room. I did not

which explained why he kept in touch. Since Sweety was not

her room all day, I went to the store and

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snacks and drinks. Dinner was ready, and I was about to call her out when my phone

cool, “Hello?” There was

declined, “I’m just about to eat.”

After a brief hesitation, I replied, “Text me the address. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” His voice was as

lightly on Sweety’s door, reminding her to join us for dinner later because I had to run an

air.