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 the

sent, it was no use. Helpless, I waited outside, sitting in the living

dinner at

Manor was buzzing with activity. Madam Young had just gotten out of the hospital, and the whole clan seemed to have shown up. Zoe greeted me as soon as I arrived, linking her arm with mine and saying, “Yvette, you’re here

whisked me away to the backyard’s lounge, where a bunch of young folks were hanging out. Idris was lounging on an armchair, impossible to miss, but it was Christina,

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 full swing and everyone else bundled up in muted tones for

an eyebrow. Sure, she

answer, she blurted out, “Great, because Miss Zanier has peeled a bunch, and Iddy isn’t touching them, so they’re

and held it out to

Not Into Sweet

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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

stifle a laugh. Ah, to

Idris with a serious look.

now in front of

came Christina’s feeble