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.

for a second before admitting, “It’s not exactly jealousy. It’s just… weird. Mom’s really taken her under her wing, and

they all had been close for years. One was my mom, and the other was a friend I trusted. It was enough to

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me a knowing look and

way. That’s just how it is. Why would I be jealous of her? We barely know each other…”

I eyed Idris’s chiseled cheeks, curious. “Hey, Idris,

puzzled.

have a soft 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 not matter to me. Don’t pin that on me. And for the record, she’s

cool and brushed his hand aside.

spirits lift. I munched on

No

we touched down in

was from Lake 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 stepped out of

by, and Madam Young, who was not as spry as she used to be, decided to call it a night after we all shared a

been a fan of Tully City’s nights. They are just the right kind of warm. With dinner over, I figured a stroll

you could not