Facade of Love

Chapter 26

Chapter 26 Can You Not Go?

Seeing that he had almost finished eating, I spoke up. “You don’t need to spend too much time on me. For now, I won’t bring up divorce, and I’ll take good care of… the child in my belly. As for the old manor, since Madam Young told me not to come again, I won’t provoke Moore unless she starts trouble with me. At least not until she gives birth to the child.”

He put down his utensils and looked at me calmly. He did not show much emotion as he seemed to take in my words, merely replying with a neutral ‘hmm‘, without adding anything else.

After dinner, Idris drove me back to Clearwater Residence. I should have gone to the office, but since I had not slept the previous night, I decided to take a bath and get some rest.

When I came out of the bathroom, I was surprised to see Idris, who should have already left, sitting on the armchair looking at his tablet. It looked like he was dealing with work. I could not help but frown. Considering how busy he was, should he not be at the office?

Hearing the noise, he looked up at me. We locked eyes. Although I was in my pajamas, I still felt uncomfortable and turned away, focusing on drying my hair.

However, the towel was taken out of my hands, and I was pushed onto the armchair. Idris stood beside me and skillfully began to dry my hair.

I wanted to move away, but he held me down. “Don’t move.”

I had never been able to handle his intimate gestures.

I stood up, avoiding his touch. Disregarding his surprise, I calmly asked, “Aren’t you going to Young Corporation today?”

He pursed his l*ps, looked at me, and spoke in a somewhat reserved tone, “Don’t want me around?”

“Yes.” I nodded honestly. “If possible, I’d prefer you to come to Clearwater Residence less often. Moore probably needs you more than I do.”

His face was expressionless, hard to read. After a while, he finally said, “How magnanimous of you.” It was clearly sarcastic.

I was too tired to argue with him, so I grabbed a hairdryer and started drying my hair. He got a call, and from the way he replied, it seemed like Ensio called him about work. After taking the call, he left the bedroom hurriedly.

I finally had some peace when he left. After drying my hair, I went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of thunder. The autumn rain in Lake City had come suddenly, accompanied by thunder, making the temperature drop even further. I had forgotten to close the window before sleeping, so a cold wind entered the room, making me shiver.

I got up to close the window, but as I was about to lie down again, the bedroom door was pushed open. I was startled, and had I not seen that it was Idris, I would have screamed.

“What happened?” Seeing me standing barefoot beside the bed looking surprised, he walked up to me

and asked.

I shook my head and lay back down. I originally wanted to ask him why he came here instead of going to the old manor to take care of Moore, but after I thought about it a bit, I kept my mouth shut.

He changed into his pajamas and lay beside me, his arm around my waist and his palm resting on my belly. Realizing something was off, I frowned and tried to move his hand away.

He pulled me closer, asking, “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

A boy or a girl?

I could not answer that question, so I just said, “We’ll find out later.” Whether it was a boy or a girl would only be known after Moore gave birth.

He hummed in acknowledgment, his hand still resting on my belly. I felt as if he was really looking forward to the child inside me, and I could not help but ask, “Do you like children a lot?”

He looked at me, his expression unusually gentle. “This is our first child.”

Something inside me twitched. It seemed like my suppressed feelings for him were starting to flare up again.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table inconveniently began to vibrate. It was Idris‘. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He picked up the phone and took the call, about to get out of bed.

I knew without asking that it was Moore calling.

As he was preparing to leave the bed, I impulsively grabbed him.

He paused, looking back at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you not go?” I could admit that this was a gamble.

He looked at me, his l*ps curving up as if he was pleased. “Okay.”

I was stunned. I had not expected him to agree so easily and did not know how to react.

Seeing that I was in a daze, he pulled the covers over me, took his phone, and started to type out a message. Just as he was about to send it, there was a loud thunderclap, and it started to pour.

Then, Idris‘ phone rang again. I glanced at it instinctively, and as expected, it was Moore.