Facade of Love

Chapter 251 Not Dropping My Standards for Anyone

I would need my strength? For what?

My mind started to wander down some weird paths. Could I be blamed? Idris bolted for a shower the second he was home and was speaking weirdly.

Having had a long day and just woken up from a power nap, I was definitely ready for some food.

I did not dive into my meal right away. Instead, I sat quietly to the side, waiting. Two years of marriage to Idris had given me a pretty good sense of his shower routine. Right on cue, he emerged.

Spotting me at the dining table, chopsticks untouched, he knit his brows and asked while toweling off his dark hair, “Not hungry?”

I shook my head, careful not to glance at his towel–wrapped form, and replied without looking away, “Nope, just waiting for you.”

At that, he took a seat across from me. Fresh from the shower, he was distractingly handsome, his face a mix of warmth and mild exasperation. “It’s going to get cold. Let’s eat,” he urged, reaching to fill my plate.

His shirtless state and striking muscle definition were a bit much for me, and I found my eyes wandering off. He seemed not to mind, though, and kept adding more to my plate as if he was worried I would starve.

his eyes. “What’s up? You’re all

see what he was up to, but when I finally met his eyes, I found them full of mischief, his smile barely there

played along, “Okay, if

around him. I

my vibe because he did not

with a soft look, proud of having spoiled me. “All good? Are

and eating well, he seemed to be hinting at something.

thought alone sent my cheeks into a

was that. The doctor came, gave me

in, I turned to Idris. “Grandma’s still under the weather. You should be with her. I have rested

moment, then met my eyes. “Okay, then let’s head back to the

nodded, sealing

night had already wrapped the world in

manor, a