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 air.

many messages I sent, it was no use. Helpless, I waited outside,

I would join them for dinner at the old manor, so I had no choice but to head there.

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 at last! Come on, let’s go inside.”

was lounging on an armchair, impossible to

The look was fresh and vibrant, screaming ‘teen spirit‘ from head to toe. With winter in full swing and everyone else

glimpse of her, I could not help but arch an eyebrow. Sure, she looked cute, but was she not freezing?

I could even answer, she blurted out, “Great, because Miss

Zoe grabbed the fruit plate from Christina a bit too forcefully and held it out to me, grinning at

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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

not my first rodeo with Christina. Watching her pout, I had to stifle a laugh. Ah, to

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

glance at the plate now in front of me and declared, “I’m

not sweet…” came Christina’s feeble protest.