Facade of Love

Chapter 359 She’s No Match for You

Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat and could not swallow the fruit I was chewing. My mouth went sour, and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. I did not look at him and instead stared out the window at the clouds.

“I didn’t mean to snap at her or start a fight,” I confessed. “Lately, she’s been obsessed with Alice. Ever since Alice got into the hospital, I have barely seen her. I called her the night I got hurt to ask when she would be back to bring me some meds, but Alice picked up. I could not see her or even get a hold of her. Today, when she found out I was leaving, she would not stop going on about it and even brought up all sorts of nonsense she heard from Alice. I just lost it, and we ended up fighting.”

Idris was quiet for a few seconds before gently touching my face. “Does it still hurt?”

He was touching the cheek my mom had slapped. It was not a hard hit, and the pain had long passed.

I shook my head, though inside, I was still stewing.

Idris‘ soft chuckle reached my ears. I whipped around to face him, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. I scowled. “What’s so funny?”

His smile faded, yet his eyes kept their mirth. “So, you’re jealous of her, huh?”

“Her name is Alice.”

He just hummed in response, clearly unfazed.

exactly jealousy. It’s just… weird. Mom’s really taken

a month ago, but watching them, you would think they all had been close for years. One was my mom, and

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knowing look and a half–smile. “Playing hard–to–get, huh?”

straight. “No way. That’s just

chiseled cheeks, curious. “Hey, Idris, do you think Alice

puzzled. “What?”

spot for pretty girls. It seems you’re no different.” He laughed, but there was a hint of frustration as he gently grabbed my face, making me look at him. “Yvette, what she looks like does

my cool and brushed his hand aside. “I’m not in a

a little space between us, I felt my spirits lift. I munched on my fruit salad and gazed out at the rolling clouds.

She’s No Match for

hours later, we touched

like stepping into a warm hug, a perfect winter retreat with its balmy twenty–something degrees. We shed our bulky coats

into the hotel, everyone slipped into their summer gear. The day had flown by, and Madam Young, who was not as spry as she used to be, decided to call it a night

just the right kind

out, I bumped into Emily in the hallway. Her baby bump was just starting to show, something you could not see back in Lake City with all