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.

into the water? Who?

isn’t deep. She

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

Idris‘ handsome features. He was looking at me.

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

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

was slightly surprised to see Idris still waiting outside. Though it was unexpected,

“We should tell Grandma about our divorce as soon as possible” Some matters would become harder

his gaze to look at me, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed,

person, I did not insist further and just

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

“Are you sure this injury has nothing

his sudden accusation, 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

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

up for a moment. Without saying more, he turned

would keep pressing me with questions, and I was prepared to spar