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…”

when I caught sight of the black dog’s little red ‘embarrassment‘./

the ‘bullying‘ Idris was talking about?

a little tipsy. Why should he care if two lovestruck dogs were having a

his mind.

a jumbled mess. He kept repeating the same six words, “Don’t

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

but he was on a mission, dead set on getting an apology from the black dog

black dog, clearly fed up with his antics, saw its

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

look and asked,

I said, knowing full well the state he was in.

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

eyebrow at him.

a bank card and flung it at the black dog, declaring, “Here, go

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

slapped my forehead in

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

the sight of

card.