Facade of Love

Chapter 214 Are you cursing me with a rotten heart and lungs?

I scowled. “What do you mean ‘what’s my plan‘?”

He sounded annoyed. “You hurt me. Are you just going to let that slide?”

I thought… Wait, I hurt him?

So I was the one to blame now?

Suppressing a sigh, I replied, “I didn’t hurt you. You were the one who got blackout drunk and tangled with a frisky dog, ending up hurt. I was the good Samaritan who got you home safely, Idris. You should be thanking me, not accusing me of wrongdoing!”

He went silent again, and I figured that was the end of it. I got ready to hang up.

Then, his voice came through, low and steady. “So, Yvette, why did I end up blackout drunk? Why did I fight with a dog in heat? What’s really at the root of this injury?”

I scrunched my forehead, itching to argue back, but then it hit me–last night’s drinking binge with Mr. Lowry was all to hook him up with Scott Corporation, and it was all for me. His hangover, the whole mess, it traced back to… me.

I could not dodge the truth.

Phone in hand, I clammed up, my mind racing for the right words.

my silence. His voice, deep and magnetic, broke through, “After all I’ve done for

through the phone, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

That’s what it was.

the heck was he smug?

dogs while plastered was not exactly something to brag about. Shouldn’t he be mortified? Shouldn’t he be steaming mad and ducking my calls, not acting like I owe

was

“It’s not too much. So, Mr. Young, which hospital? What do you want

”

as a married couple, you’ve gotta know something,” he said, like we were

my eyes so hard I saw my brain. I knew jack squat. Two years of marriage, and he was throwing it in my face? Please.

a deep breath and told him, “Fine,

before he could

when did he get so thick–skinned?

that whole prince charming act just for show?

cursing me with a rotten heart

for a bit, feeling a little

out.

threw a wrench in those plans. As I made my way to the hospital, I shot Sweety a text, just