Facade of Love

Chapter 302 Being Stubborn

I was so caught off guard that I ended up coughing on my own spit. Mom shot me a look that could freeze lava before turning to Idris with a worried frown “Look at Yvette letting you starve like a bad host. What can I whip up for you right now?

“Aunt Deb, this is perfect,” Idris cut in, his long fingers gesturing to the spread Mom was about to pack up.

Mom paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. She quickly set the food down on the round table beside him, though. “Give these a try, see if they’re to your liking. They’re Yvette’s favorites, but I’m not sure if they will hit the spot for you.”

Idris nodded, accepting the food box with an effortless elegance. He started eating and even threw a few compliments Mom’s way, which got her blushing and laughing, clearly pleased.

I knew Mom lived for moments like this as her cooking was her pride and joy. She always said there was nothing better than seeing someone enjoy her meals. It used to be Dad, then Maxwell, and now it seemed like Idris might join that fan club.

A knock on the hospital room door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called.

The door swung open, and there was Charlie, rolling in on his wheelchair, a grin on his face. He exchanged a warm greeting with Mom.

Seeing the bandages, Mom’s smile wavered. “Charlie, you should still be resting. Is everything okay?”

Charlie’s smile did not waver. “I’m fine as long as I stay off my feet.” His eyes briefly

However, he quickly turned to me

him looking better. “You’re supposed to be resting, you know. I’m good

just couldn’t shake the worry. I had to come to check

flicked over to him, sharp as a hawk’s,

dinner? I whipped up some of Yvette’s favorites, but she’s full now…” She trailed off, suddenly realizing that might sound weird. I mean, the food was stuff I would not touch with ten–foot pole, and Idris had just

offer food to Charlie and put

herself mid–sentence, she

on the most important part of

Mom had just set out. A warm smile spread across his face. “Did you make these” yourself?”

Have you eaten yet?

Charlie did not miss a beat. “I wasn’t hungry until I

over to

while Idris watched, his brow furrowing just a bit. He

Since when did

could tell they were loving every bite. Charlie kept raving about Mom’s cooking, promising that once he was back on his feet, he would have to have

for compliments on her cooking. Without a second thought, she agreed,