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…”

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

the ‘bullying‘ Idris was

not just a little tipsy. Why should he care if two lovestruck dogs were having

his mind.

black dog, his words a jumbled mess. He kept repeating the same six words, “Don’t you dare bully

one of those moments

I called out to Idris, but he was on a mission, dead set on getting an apology from the black dog and the golden retriever. I knew if I did not pull

dog, clearly fed up with his antics, saw its chance to escape when I grabbed Idris.

a good distance, barking at the golden retriever, probably trying to convince it to make a run for it. The golden retriever was having none

You Going to

a puzzled look and asked,

I said, knowing full well the state he was

sober him up a bit, and he followed me without protest. But after a few steps, he paused, as if he had just thought

eyebrow at him. “What’s

the black dog, declaring, “Here, go buy a house and marry

dog, thinking it was under attack, skittered back in a

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

but to a dog, and for a wedding, no less… This guy was a piece of

comments bubbling up at the sight of

card.