Facade of Love

Chapter 210 But what if you can’t find your way out?

Idris glanced around, clearly not quite understanding what I said, then mumbled an ‘oh‘ and stumbled out of the car. I steadied him as we made our way into the yard of Clearwater Residence.

It had been a while since I had been here. Two years living in this place, and it all felt so familiar yet so foreign.

When he stopped in his tracks again, I sighed, used to his antics by now. “What’s up now?” I asked, bracing myself for more drama.

The man stood by the pool, lost in thought, when out of the blue, he started peeling off his clothes. It was barely above freezing, and there he was, stripping down. I lunged to stop him. “ What in the world are you doing?!”

In this chilly air, he would be lucky to escape without frostbite.

He frowned, those perfect eyebrows knitting together, and gave me this innocent puppy–dog look. “But we’re home, right? Can’t I take a bath and hit the hay?”

I glanced at the pool water, a mix of amusement and disbelief washing over me. That

explained his fixation on the pool–he had actually planned to bathe in it.

Sighing deeply, I was past the point of lecturing. “Go inside and use hot water, okay? You’ll catch a cold out here.”

He gave me those doe eyes and smiled. “Alright, I’ll do as my wife says.”

Did he

his words or what?

entrance, planning to leave as soon as he

just wander back out for a midnight swim, I decided to see it through and led him to his room.

was about to nudge him into the bathroom when he spun around, all serious. “Yvette.”

my tracks, puzzled. “What’s up?”

not been in this room, our old honeymoon suite, for ages.

time.

“You’re

still tipsy? He’d been so out of it just a

ago…

stare pinned me in place, and I managed a weak smile. “It’s late. I’m heading out. Get

or not, I had done my part. He was home,

speaking when I spun around to leave, but the sound of rushed footsteps stopped me cold. Before I knew it, my wrist was grabbed, and I was pulled into a tight embrace from behind. His voice,

But what if you can’t find

going

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and it sounded like he was hurt. I froze, not

react.

you need to let go,” I said, trying to wriggle free from the iron grip around my He did not loosen his hold. In fact, he held me closer, his chin on my