Facade of Love

Chapter 213 Reckoning Time

The phone kept buzzing, and after a moment’s hesitation, I answered. “Hello?” I greeted, my voice tinged with a formal distance.

Silence. I was about to assume the caller got the wrong number when a man’s voice, cool and sharp, cut through the quiet, “I’m not doing so well.”

His tone was so off that I could tell something was really wrong, even through the phone.

I was momentarily speechless, unsure of what had happened. “What’s… what’s the matter?” I asked tentatively.

Was he actually remembering how he made a fool of himself last night? Maybe he was gearing up to corner me, warning me to keep quiet about his less–than–graceful moments by acting all cold and threatening?

I racked my brain for a bit before his annoyed voice broke through, “Yvette, I’m at the hospital.”

Wait, what?

How did his being under the weather have anything to do with me?

out of the hospital today.

Last night, you took advantage of my drunken state to ‘murder your husband.‘ I’ve just left the exam room, and guess what? I’ve got a concussion. Yvette, what on earth did you do to me last night?”

A concussion?

a second before responding, “A concussion? But last night

trying to kiss me, and me pushing him into the

to show any signs of injury afterward

mean ‘all fine‘?” His voice was low and not too friendly on the other

sound casual, I replied, “So, how much do you remember

as he said, “I barely remember a thing, Yvette. Right now, I’m the one asking the questions, not you.”

not like him to lose his cool, but there he was, all worked up. I took a deep breath and said into the phone, “Okay, so here’s what went down. Last night, after we said goodbye to Mr. Lowry and the crew, you kinda spaced out on the way home. You got this sudden craving for something sweet and made me go get

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not sure what their deal was, but you were all fired up,

not trying to dodge the fact that I accidentally hurt him. If he started grilling me about why he got hurt, I could not exactly spill that it was because he went for a kiss I did not want, and I pushed him away,