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 ‘embarrassment‘./

breathless. Was this the ‘bullying‘

if two lovestruck dogs were having a midnight romp in the alley? There he

his mind.

dog, his words a jumbled mess. He kept repeating the

This was one of those moments I wished I could capture and play back for

a mission, dead set 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

saw

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

You Going to Leave

by me, gave me a puzzled look and

knowing full well

word ‘home‘ seemed to sober him up a bit, and he followed me without protest. But after a few steps, he paused, as if

an eyebrow at him.

black dog, declaring, “Here,

under attack, skittered back in a

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

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

the sight of the drunken mess

card.