Facade of Love

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Tow preoccupied thinking about what to pack, I was unable to give my mom a proper answer,

Seeing me dash around in a honey, Mom walked in and trailed behind me. “You don’t know? Who are you going with? And why didn’t you give me a heads–up?”

was in such a rush, arms loaded with stuff I had to take, that I spun around and crashed right into her Bam! I was already nursing an injury, and that bump just sent me back to the ground.

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The pain we so sharp that I almost cited Mom, spotting my panic, grabbed the stuff from me and nowned “What’s potten into you? You were storming out without a word, and look at this chaoe You’re not acting is a proper young lady”

1x xitting there, my baclesde aching painfully, the pain shooting up my back. Mom, who wox still holding my things, headed over to my suitcase, muttering all the while.

Out of nowhere, I felt a wave of anger and hunt rise up I pushed myself to my feet, swallowed the sam, and with a stone cold face, packed my things into the suitcase I yanked it behind me

She did not catch on to my mood Noticing 1 had left behind a bunch of stuff, she went on,” That’s all the clothes you are taking? What if you run out and it’s cold? If you get sick coming back, I won’t have time to fuss over you

don’t nest fussing over.” I stopped dead, my

her expression freezing over. She asked, puzzled, “Yvette, what’s that supposed to

mood for a fight. It had been years since I really butted heads with her, not sace my teenage rebellion days. Although I was

and said, “You’ve got your stuff to do, so go do it.

sensed my irritation and pressed, her brows knitting together,

“Nothing!”

my suitcase and made

was already waiting, idling just outside the front door. My mom caught sight of him, and her forehead creased with worry. She pulled me aside and said, “Yvette, you’re not seriously considering moving back into the Youngs Old Manor, are you? You’ve already declared you two are divorced, right? Why are you getting all tangled up with him agam? Wette, I don’t want to meddle in your love life, but you’re a woman, and you cannot just throw away your principles and go

“I’m not heading back to the Youngs. I just need to get away for a few days, that’s

skeptical, her eyebrows knitting together. “With

I just nodded.

Chapter 357 Slapped

buy it, and I’m

what’s the big

days, and with him, no less. Yvette, did you stop to think what people would say? He’s suspected of murder, with cops and reporters on his tail. Getting close to