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

as they landed on Idris, who was still enjoying his meal. However, he quickly turned

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

up in his wheelchair, a serious look on his face. “I just couldn’t shake the worry. I had to

deep, dark eyes flicked over to him, sharp as a

flashed a quick, bright smile at Charlie and said, “Mr. Yates, have you had 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

awkward for Mom to offer food

mid–sentence, she tried to backtrack.

as if he had zeroed in on the

set out. A warm smile spread across his face. “Did you

nodded, “Yep, everything’s fresh. Have you eaten yet?

beat. “I wasn’t hungry until I saw the food. The dishes. smell

plate over to him, handing him some cutlery.

home while Idris watched,

surreal to me. Since when did my hospital

cooking, promising that once he was back on his feet, he would have to have a

her cooking. Without a second thought, she agreed, “Anytime you want to come by, I’ll cook up