Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Moore’s Plea 

Sweety’s words left me feeling uneasy. I cut her off. “Sweety, stay out of Noah’s business. The police will handle it.” 

She made a tsking sound. “And what about the Youngs? What about Madam Young? That day in the small building, Noah had Moore plot against Madam Young. She will do it if she has to!” 

I knew what Moore was capable of. Now that Idris was planning to send her away, she might not even get a chance to act, even if she wanted to. Right now, I was more worried about Sweety. I said, “Don’t concern yourself with others. Just look after yourself. Don’t get involved in anything too risky, got it?” 

“Got it!” 

She responded, likely tired of my incessant chatter. “I’ve got things to do. We’ll chat later!” With that, she hung up. 

The line went dead, and I let out a sigh. I could not help but wonder if it was her job as a journalist that made Sweety so curious and adventurous. It was a good trait, but not always. After lounging on the bed for a bit, I finally got up and headed downstairs. I had assumed Idris would be at work by now, but surprisingly, he was still in the villa. 

I found him in the kitchen, which left me a bit puzzled. What was he doing there if he was not at work? 

As I stood there, confused, he must have heard me. He turned around and asked, “You awake?” 

I nodded, walking over to him. He was wearing an apron and seemed to be cooking something. I could not resist peeking into the kitchen. 

“Chamomile tea,” he said, looking at me. “Ensio mentioned his sister-in-law drank this when she was pregnant. It’s good for both the mother and the baby.” 

I was taken aback, a sad feeling welling up inside me. I was not carrying a child, so what good would it do? 

Ever since I met Idris, I knew he would make a great father and a responsible husband. Love or no love, he was good to his family. 

If I could spend my life with him, it might not be such a bad choice. 

I looked at him, opening my mouth to say, “Thank you.” 

Seeing me thank him, he furrowed his brows, his handsome face looking at me as he said, We’re husband and wife. We don’t need to constantly thank each other.” 

I managed a smile, not saying anything more. Even if he had cleared up the matter with Moore, I still did not have a child. Madam Young had only given me two months to divorce him, and one month had already passed. 

Even if he was willing, there was still Madam Young…. 

Five years ago… The memory suddenly struck me. I recalled seeing Alex in the alleyway. If I could just get him to spill the details about what happened five years ago, maybe Madam Young could… and as for the child… 

Idris set a cup of chamomile tea before me. His eyes studied my uneasy expression. “This is 

my first time making this. Can you give it a try 

How could I focus on the taste at a time like this?’ I took a sip to appease him, then looked at him seriously. “I need to tell you something. I’m actually not…” Pregnant. But before I could finish, a voice interrupted from outside the door.