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

they landed on Idris, who was still enjoying his meal. However, he quickly turned to me with a concerned look. “Are you

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

face. “I just couldn’t shake the worry. I had to come to check on you.”

dark eyes flicked over to him, sharp as

she flashed a quick, bright smile at Charlie and said, “Mr. Yates, have you had dinner? I whipped up some

offer food to Charlie and put everyone on

she

on the most important part

smile spread across his

nodded, “Yep, everything’s fresh. Have you eaten yet? Want to give them a try?”

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

over to him,

was at home while Idris watched, his brow

surreal to me. Since when did my

Mom’s cooking, promising that once he was back on his feet, he would have to have a meal at the

up at the praise. She was a sucker for compliments on her cooking. Without a second thought, she