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?

I asked, “Grandma’s getting out of

good at changing the subject. 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.

A concussion?

for a second before responding, “A concussion? But last night was fine…” I had made sure he

stopped myself because the memory of him trying to kiss me, and me pushing him into

injury afterward and just slept like a log. I figured everything was okay, so…

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

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

he said, “I barely remember a thing, Yvette. Right now, I’m the one asking

got this sudden craving for something sweet and made

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see his face, but I could feel the confusion. I kept going, “You were holding onto this golden retriever, and right there was this black dog, maybe her buddy. I’m not sure what their deal was, but you were all fired up, telling me the black dog was picking on her and

which meant I had the upper hand, right? I was not trying to dodge the fact that I accidentally hurt him. If he started grilling