Facade of Love

Chapter 17 Called to the Youngs Old Manor

I stood there silently, looking at him. At this point, I had no idea what he was thinking. Initially, I thought he loved Moore so much that he would risk his life for her, and naturally, he would divorce me to give Moore a home. However, his abnormal behavior last night left me puzzled.

Seeing me standing still, he raised an eyebrow. “The sunrise today is quite beautiful. Let’s watch it before we go back.”

This was clearly an instruction.

I glanced at the sun that had already risen above the mountains, its dazzling rays warming me. I did not know how long he planned to stay, so I just stood there indifferently.

Seeing that I was not moving, he got up and walked toward me, not looking at me, straight to the car.

but heading

It was as if there was nothing left to say. We drove towards the city. The car ride was silent, filled only with the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

When I saw that he was driving toward Clearwater Residence, I frowned. “You can drop me off here, I

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“It’s still too early for work. Go back and get some more sleep,” he said, his voice calm and magnetic.

planning. Regardless of how Moore’s situation was handled, I did

we were talking, his car stopped outside the villa. Ensio was standing there with a suitcase. Recognizing the suitcase, I was about to ask something when Ensio said, “Mr. Young, I’ve brought back

looked at him, and

nodded and carried my

stuff back without my consent. Is

handsome face seemed calm.

affairs?”

Indeed, if Madam Young found out that I had moved out, it would not be long before everyone learned about Moore’s pregnancy and my desire for divorce. Then, everyone in the Scott

with Idris, saying nothing more

no rush to go to work, making a cup of coffee and sitting in the living room. Seeing that he was not planning

a divorce. So, I hope you can respect my decision and respect me, for the sake of the two years we’ve

never seen before. “I won’t get a divorce. You don’t need to feel aggrieved, Yvette. In our marriage, you are the Youngs‘ daughter–in- law, and my

added, “As for Moore’s pregnancy,

what he meant, but his serious gaze made me believe him for a moment. Maybe it was because I had not slept well, so my mind was foggy. I could not think of a way to respond, so I

downstairs, Ensio was waiting. I frowned and thought,

at

and asked,

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