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.”

he just…

his words

ushered him into the villa’s grand entrance, planning to leave as soon as he was safe inside.

for a midnight swim, I decided to see it

into the bathroom when he spun around, all serious. “Yvette.”

tracks, puzzled.

in this room, our old honeymoon suite, for

time.

voice was raspy. “You’re not coming

tipsy? He’d been so out of it just a

ago…

in place, and I managed a weak smile. “It’s late. I’m

He was home, and that was my cue

my wrist was grabbed, and I was pulled into a tight embrace

what if you can’t

you’re going

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

react.

my He did not loosen his hold. In fact, he held me closer, his chin on my shoulder as he said stubbornly, “No, don’t go.”