Facade of Love

Chapter 209 Are You Going to Leave Me Again?

Getting picked on?

I followed his pointing finger and spotted the black dog that had been growling nearby the whole time.

Protecting it?

Did he mean the big golden retriever he was holding?

For a split second, I almost burst into laughter, but then I was caught between chuckles and tears. The moment he handed me the fluffy golden retriever and shakily got back on its feet, leaning against the wall, he pointed at the black dog and commanded, “Come over here and say you’re sorry!”

The black dog, spooked by the sudden movement, tucked its tail and scooted back a few steps. It seemed to respect the golden retriever’s size and did not run, just kept a wary distance.

When the black dog did not budge, Idris strode right up to it.

I had figured the golden retriever was probably picked on by the black dog, which was why it had not scampered off. However, after a quick check, I found the golden retriever was injury- free and as perky as ever. It must have figured Idris was going after the black dog because it started to frolic and wag its tail, following right behind him.

The black dog would not move, and the golden retriever did not want to get too close. It did not take long for Idris to grab it and haul it by the scruff into an alley.

The golden retriever, not at all worried, just happily tagged along, tail wagging, as Idris held the black dog by the neck. The black dog did not dare snap at Idris, who lectured, “You’d better not bully your friend again, or else…”

at the black dog’s underside, and that’s when I caught sight of the black dog’s little

the

and not just a little tipsy. Why should he care if two lovestruck dogs were having a midnight romp in the alley? There he was, giving the black dog a piece

his mind.

but listen as he rambled on to the black dog, his words a

I had brought my phone. This was one of those moments I wished I

on getting an apology from the black dog and the golden retriever. I knew if I did not pull him away, he might just orchestrate a doggy wedding right then and

saw its chance to escape

a run for it. The golden retriever was having none of it, happily hopping around Idris, not ready to leave his

Are You Going to Leave Me Again?

reluctantly dragged by me, gave me a puzzled look and

full well the state

bit, and he followed me without protest. But after a few steps,

at him. “What’s up? Lose something?”

the black dog,

dog, thinking it was under

card fly out of his hand and into the night. I slapped my forehead in disbelief. That card was

dog, and for a wedding, no less… This guy was

comments bubbling up at the sight

card.