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…”

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

was suddenly breathless. Was this the ‘bullying‘ Idris was

care if two lovestruck dogs were

his mind.

a jumbled mess. He kept repeating

moments I wished I could

the black dog and the golden retriever. I knew if I did not pull him away, he might just orchestrate

dog, clearly fed up with his antics, saw its chance to

to convince it to make a run for it. The golden

Going

look and asked,

said, knowing full well

and he followed me without protest. But after a few steps, he paused, as if he had just thought of something, and

an eyebrow at him. “What’s up?

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

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

the black card fly out of his hand and into the night. I slapped my forehead in disbelief. That card was worth a fortune, and he

it to a person would be one thing, but to a dog, and for a wedding, no less… This guy was a piece

snarky comments bubbling up at the sight of

card.