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.

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

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

nodded, and then hurried toward the

back, meeting Idris‘ handsome features. He was looking at me. His

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

it, I pursed my lips and went to the guest room to change

still waiting outside. Though it was unexpected, I did not say much, assuming

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

slightly furrowed, saying, “Let’s wait until

involved the health of an elderly person, I did not insist

noticed the bandaged area on the back of his head while

his eyebrows arching. “Are you sure this

calmly said, “If you suspect that I caused your injury, I can provide you with the location of where you were meddling around last night. You can ask someone to check the surveillance. footage and see for yourself how

surveillance. I did not believe he could find any solid evidence proving that the injury on the back of his head had been

eyes, sizing me up for a moment. Without saying more, he turned and continued walking forward.

with questions, and I was prepared to spar with him