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

isn’t

breathed a sigh of relief, nodded,

someone grabbed my wrist. I frowned and turned back, meeting Idris‘ handsome features. He

from when I helped Christina. They were not easily noticeable unless one

since he mentioned it, I pursed my lips and went to the guest room to change out of it.

Idris still waiting outside. Though it was unexpected, I did

for a moment before saying, “We should tell Grandma about our divorce as soon as possible” Some matters would become harder to handle the longer they were

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

health of an elderly person, I did not insist further and just nodded slightly.

dining room, one after the other, I unavoidably noticed the bandaged area on the back of his head while I was behind him. I could not help but ask,

stopped and turned to look at me, his eyebrows arching. “Are you sure this injury has nothing to do with

after a few seconds of panic, I composed myself and 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

that narrow alley, being remote and gloomy, was unlikely to have any surveillance. I did not believe he could find any solid evidence

moment. Without saying more, he turned and

he would keep pressing me with questions, and I was