Facade of Love

Chapter 222 Feeling Guilty in the End

For a moment, Christina’s face stiffened and flushed with a mix of humiliation and embarrassment. Several expressions crossed her face, contorting it grotesquely.

Idris did not look at her and glanced at me, his dark eyes arching as he said, “It’s cold outside. Go back inside.”

With that, he reached out to pull me away.

I avoided him, stepping back to maintain distance between us, and ignored his slightly stiffened expression. After casting one more glance at the disheveled Christina, I turned and

left..

I heard footsteps behind me. I knew it was Idris, but I did not pay him attention.

The sky was already dark, and dinner at the Youngs‘ household was ready. Mr. Zachary came to greet us, saying, “Mr. Young, Mrs. Young, dinner has been prepared in the dining room. Madam Young asked you both to come.”

I nodded and hummed in response, not saying much more.

However, Idris replied, “Someone fell into the pond in the backyard. Mr. Zachary, please arrange for someone to go and take a look.” He said this nonchalantly.

as he asked, “Fell into the water? Who? Is the

“The pond isn’t deep. She didn’t die.”

breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and then hurried toward

Idris‘ handsome features. He was looking at me. His expression was gentle and calm,

did I look down at my coat and notice the water stains from when I helped Christina. They were not easily

it, I pursed my lips and went to

was unexpected, I did not say much, assuming he was waiting merely to keep up appearances

and hesitated for a moment before saying, “We should tell Grandma about our divorce as soon as

his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, saying, “Let’s wait until Grandma’s

of an elderly person, I did not insist further

I unavoidably noticed the bandaged area on the back of his head while I was behind him. I could

and turned to look at me, his eyebrows arching. “Are you sure this injury has

you with the location of where you were meddling around last night. You

remote and gloomy, was unlikely to have any surveillance. I did not believe he could find any solid evidence proving that the injury on the back of his head had been inflicted by me.

his dark eyes, sizing me up for a moment. Without saying more, he turned and

pressing me with questions, and I was prepared to spar with him verbally. Unexpectedly, he just