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.

of them had only met Alice less than a month ago, but watching them, you would think they all had been close for years. One was my mom, and the other

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look and a half–smile.

That’s just how it is.

curious. “Hey, Idris, do you

puzzled.

hint of frustration as he gently grabbed my face, making me look at him. “Yvette, what she looks like does not matter to me. Don’t pin that on me. And for the record, she’s

thrill running through me. Despite this, I kept my cool and brushed his hand aside.

between us, I felt my spirits lift. I munched on my fruit salad and gazed

No Match for

we touched down in Tully City,

City. Stepping into Tully City was like stepping into a warm hug, a perfect winter retreat with its balmy twenty–something degrees. We shed our bulky coats as soon as we

had flown by, and Madam Young, who was not as spry as she used to be, decided

nights. They are just the right

bump was just starting to show, something you could not see back in Lake City with all the layers she