Facade of Love

Chapter 216 I’m Not Into Sweet Fruits

Sweety’s lips tightened. “What battle?”

At that, I decided it was time for a heart–to–heart. “Let’s talk about Liam, okay?”

She tried to bolt, but I caught her arm and gently but firmly guided her back to the couch.” Look, I know it’s not my place to meddle in your love life, and I really shouldn’t, but Sweety, we’re practically sisters. I can’t just watch you walk into a disaster. Liking someone is fine, but Liam is bad news.”

She bit her lip silently, her gaze downcast as she said, “I won’t go near him again. You can relax. I won’t be a bother to you anymore.”

With those words, she got up and walked out, leaving me no chance to respond.

The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, unable to make their way out.

With a loud bang her bedroom door was shut. It was her way of saying she did not want to hear another peep from me.

Watching her act this way, my heart raced with confusion. I could not fathom why she was so upset about Liam, and I was at a loss for what to do next.

She did not want to talk, and it seemed like she was even trying to avoid me.

texting her to clear

sent, it was no use. Helpless, I waited outside, sitting in the living room for over two hours, but

Youngs called. I had promised Madam Young I would join them for dinner at the old manor, so I had no choice but

shown up. Zoe greeted me as soon as I arrived, linking her arm with mine and saying,

me away to the backyard’s lounge, where a bunch of young folks were hanging out. Idris was lounging on an

sundress paired with a soft, baby blue cashmere cardigan today. The look was fresh and vibrant, screaming ‘teen spirit‘ from head to toe. With winter in

not help but arch an eyebrow. Sure, she looked

me. Before I could even answer, she blurted out, “Great, because Miss Zanier has peeled a bunch, and Iddy

plate from Christina a bit too forcefully and held it out to

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a move when Christina’s face scrunched up in displeasure. “If you guys want some, peel your own. Why take mine? I peeled these for Iddy,” she complained, her face the picture of someone who had been wronged, her eyes cast down in a way that just tugged at

pout, I had to stifle a laugh. Ah, to be young and wear your heart on your

not bother with a comeback. Instead, she turned to Idris with a serious look. “Iddy, you sure you

glance at the plate now in front of me and declared, “I’m not into

sweet…” came Christina’s feeble protest.